Poetry -I feel it in my bones

I feel it in my bones. The rain that hasn’t come. It doesn’t make sense but it’s true. I wake up at 2am and my hands ache and throb. I can feel my pulse in my feet. My wedding ring … Continue reading →

via I feel it in my bones. — The Bloggess

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