prayer for a cousin, with buckets of love

there was a time 
when i thought the sun 
was a myth
hidden in words
like demeter and persephone
there is fog here
and the night comes too quickly
and you are wrapped in 
sadness.

tears fall out of my eyes
like anvils

sometimes only gravity keeps us here.

and i am only here to tell you
when the fog lifts

the light will be where you left it.


(also this: https://theburninghell.bandcamp.com/track/everything-will-probably-be-ok) 

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