Inhale

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