Process writing:
Moving through feelings
Longing
Like treacle you slowly
drip over me,
Suffocating
Intoxicating
Sticky
I claw away
And melancholy subsumed
Gentle dust,
Like talc
Soothing but toxic
Aggressive brushing
It’s removed
Leaving anger
Exposed
Raw
Anger at the presence
At the traces left.
*wet charcoal*
