The Split

Grief yanks at one elbow.

Joy pulls at the other.

I fear the split will be messy and ruin the carpet.

Details are unnecessary.

Alas, a steam cleaner will not.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

(Details: My first Halloween without my muse versus my Washington Nationals winning the World Series last night. The fact that its taken me two hours to write this measly little blog is woeful evidence of the split a-coming.)

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