By Star of David
Date: 2020 Feb 12
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black grief

on some days I am brought to my knees
on the white tiles by this black grief

black light spilling on the floor

it slams in like a freight train
swept off-track by a tsunami

I stand in its path, eager, willing

it breaks my bones brutally
meat on the butcher's block

I surrender to the knife, kneeling

it shreds me apart slowly
paper boat in a storm

I cannot swim yet I walk into the sea

I ask myself angrily,
how can someone can cry so much?

I am 60% water, how can I not?