Ode to a Goodbye
These words are my anchor, my prison, my ceremony
I weep for you in an instant
Fracturing time, halving moments
Stumble on forgotten still frames that clog my sleep
Kinetic, slow moving, images
Dampen the meaning, while grasping for life-lines that always fall short
Distended and unmutable
These words, my anchor, this prison, my ceremony
Do me no service, as I stumble to spit out a half-hearted
Goodbye.
By Francesca Aspromonte
Featured in Basement Babes, Issue 16