When Em died…

It seemed as if I was drowning.

Grasping,

flailing,

Too weak to even run.

Curled into my own fetus looking for hers…

Rocking my own body  like a baby.

Clutching a pillow,

her pillow,

in precarious need…

Drowning indeed!

Fathomless, coffee colored, opaque water.

Swirling mermaid hair encircling my ankles.

Pulling me down.

Such delicate hairs

But oh so very strong.

Down

  down

    down

Taking my very breath with it…

KKurtz 8/20/19