And so she still writes
lest the ceiling comes crashing.
How else could she breathe?
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How Else Could She Breathe? | Haiku #27
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How Do I Write Again? | Haiku #26
I have forgotten
the ways of pen and paper;
the grief is still here.
And so she still writes
lest the ceiling comes crashing.
How else could she breathe?
I have forgotten
the ways of pen and paper;
the grief is still here.