Here's some balm for someone in need I ran into today – can't offer more because I don't know her that well:#97 - "Fridge Space"
I know it sounds a little strange, but the prompt this week is: "Fridge Space."
Cold cold poem
for an affected heart
Angelica, you are perturbed,
I see it,
your eyes are dark
and deep and dulled,
your short curls
are matted down.
You look demure,
obedient to destiny.
I want to help you.
Do not believe
in fate. Rebel.
Take this fridge-born
poem unbeknownst,
take it to cool
your aching heart
and mind. Expand,
return to life.
– Leonard Blumfeld