Shloka Shankar wrote this poem in response to the October Poetry Prompts:
Solace
She looked at me
with sad, hurtful eyes
almost half-wishing that
I hadn’t said his name.
A death-like silence,
just enough to
weigh a
black hole the size
of my fist
balked about in
darkness,
in absentia.
dis•articulations 2015 