Isabella Santoro
Photography Editor
Inhale, exhale, relax
Inhale it, turn it over in your mind
This river of tears, it’s all you got left
Let the waters of purity cleanse your hands
And become a woman turned bereft
Exhale him, dig his memory a grave
Watch his eyes leave you, and sink under waves
Lose his name under a hopeless sea
You’ve unraveled from him, let it be
Relax into the ocean of where he’s buried deep
Float above hollowed out hazel eyes
Surrender yourself to a peaceful slumber
Your freedom’s a dove, and there she flies
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