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llan a môr

your name
remains
scraped
into pews
where

you laughed,
defying
death with

only a breath,
a longing

(for that which lay
beyond

y llan a môr,
the sky’s wan harbour)

Author notes

a wish, sort of, conceived in a seaside church (llan - church, môr - sea). she always wanted to escape – those thoughts often kept her alive - but then she died (oh, but she was alive!), and thus the longing, methinks, ‘twas bootless… unless death is an escape, which i can’t imagine an eternity of not existing would be.

/tangent

critique the shit out of it. i don't think it's done. i welcome comments. :]

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  • xDamagedx
    February 12

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    I really like this, It's very interesting and you said a lot with just 30 words.

    Thanks and good luck.