I SAW THE WAY GRIEF ENTERED YOUR BODY

PoetryIssue 1
Written By B. L. Bruce

I saw the way grief entered your body—all at once and

consuming—and stayed, eating you away. I prayed it wouldn’t

bury you.

 

Beneath a pale day moon, the veil of the darkest nights slowly lifts.

The duckweed will soon grow thick over the small pond and choke

its banks. The overwintered white daffodils will reluctantly

emerge.

 

And in each white face, we will find her again.

 

B. L. Bruce

B. L. Bruce (she/her) is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and award-winning poet. With a bachelor’s degree in literature and creative writing, Bruce is the editor-in-chief of the nature-themed literary magazine Humana Obscura and the author of four books: The Weight of Snow, The Starling's Song, 28 Days of Solitude, and Measures. 

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