two

two. 2. lost over 2. months. cancer. slow fast deaths. broken. lost fur. broken. i am.  92. years gone by.  how the world has changed. slow painful deaths everywhere. tired. sleep. is this all it is?   get lost in pink floyd’s animals as you meow. cold. free fluid. i have no tears left.  no more.  i’m done. passed the corner. crossed the street. drunk on rose and sugar. i want to stop. just like the last time. when I thought of subway trains or driving off the BQE.  she’s all alone, lost both brothers to 2021. deep breaths will quiet the soul but only for so long. 

                                                                                                                        This portion of the sky is not enough to praise.

By franny

ny'er, 80's girl, lover of alternative music, bowie, sylvia plath, jd salinger, and and and...

3 comments

  1. It’s been a hard year in a hard world I think the worst part for me is that every fresh loss rips the scab from older losses that never really healed but at least stopped hurting so badly. I’m soon to lose my last diabetic; she’s having a bad weekend and if things don’t turn around today then tomorrow the scabs are ripped off again. Never think you are alone, even in the dark.

    1. the last kitty will be 7yr in Aug. bad herpes as a kitten left her basically blind. we both miss the boys. don’t think i’ve dealt with the losses yet. sometimes i think i see them out of the corner of my eye..
      so sorry to hear about your kitty, diabetes is awful. i am glad you are still here and writing.

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