There’s a subtly¬†

to this darkness.

Not loud and startling,

but quiet and suffocating.


How have I managed

to Be?

Somewhere along the way

pain became beautiful.

To be broken became elegant.

Tears, an elixir.

As though sorrow became


To bask in, to devour.

To grip in your fingers like clouds,

while it drips through mine

like rain.

Brandi Haugen