Nachdruck | a poem

if you don’t inspect grief

grief will inspect you


and you can close door after door

but grief will always hold the keys


grief has always known you


I lost you as a child

I lost the child on those photographs

I lost the only thing that I considered intact

amongst the bluish dust of my childhood

I lost this boy to his own fireworks

and he whispers to me in my sleep

don’t look down at what lies on the ground

look at the crowded sky bursting colours of mine

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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