Moving on.

Sometimes you get an email on a random Tuesday that’s really a box of venom and darkness. And it’s from someone you can’t block. So you write. Not back to them. But to yourself.

Just because you disgust one person, doesn’t mean you are disgusting. You are light. You are fire. Burn, baby.

Moving on.

Grieving the life I used to be. 

Everyone is really disappointed, he wrote. 

I said, 

Most of all, me.

February 2022, Michelle Whipple
Moving on, 4.30.22, charcoal pencil and watercolor crayon