fabric suffocating
dust and its free reign
to settle upon the stagnant
'i want to go home,'
she says.
home
as we clearly define it
located
on the edge of her comforter.
'i want to go home.'
her mind so far gone
reason becoming
a foreign term
reality fading
she was thinking too much
twelve hours ago
she was long past melancholy
and more towards abandon
the point?
the home?
really, what was home?
she wanted the feeling
far more than its tangent
if only a mere comforter
could comfort her
wrap her tight
and tell her that it loved her
'i want to go home now..'
she whispered.
A contest entry
- Home by CarolDesjarlais.
1500 points, ended November 25, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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OMG, now I will spend the day contemplating this, writing a letter to my 90 year old mother...and longing for the arms of my adoptive mother who has gone on.
Absolutely stunning writing...... I have tears here.
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