152: Loss

Like an octopus in deep waters

it overwhelms you

with inky blackness

when night settles and there is nothing

left to do,

to keep your hands

from restlessness.

Only when the octopus creeps away

to hide among the rocks

does the blackness fade

into forgiving sleep.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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