Still Life in gray ( Poem & Art)

The heart sink of days without end

And no amens, and nothing to mend

You and your pretty sleep sounds

Me and my demons down the hall

Beckoning, beckoning in their minor keys

and chest heavy, the levy

that ghost still with me

and always on the verge

Of swallowing by defeat.

Forgive me, my love—

The last secret between us

Thick as sorrow’s fog.

[Poem by Margaret Elysia Garcia; Art by Ross Amador