Untitled by Rachel Galperin


There’s the comfort of taking it all and having it. Like the glow of the full moon. Being tucked into bed at night by someone that loves you.

But I don’t know where the loving starts or what pushes it forward or who comes to me at night when the evening ends.

When the day ends a shadow erupts like pebbles dropped in the water rippling back and forth for minutes; pebble sinks down to the bottom and no one sees it again.

No one sees me again either.

Like a tarnished roof caving in coming into contact with mold and water, dank. Is that how a roof caves in. Is that how it happens. I keep coughing and tunneling through what drives me crazy but when will the remainders wash away.