i
I find it hard to breathe.
every inhale and every exhale chokes on words stuck to the walls of my throat.
they hang there like inverted bats, blind and half dead, waiting for winter’s end.
waiting for release.
ii
there’s nothing to say, you say, and have the last word.
Author notes
"I find it hard to breathe"
thanks to najji for that opening line.
A contest entry
- PIF contest by serenity silvermoon.
460 points, ended March 4, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Was gold. I don't usually stalk poetry like this. JESUS, kind of creeping myself out
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"inverted bats, blind and half dead"...wow...love that imagery!
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love the inverted bats...how this reads.
excellent
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I hear you...
sighs.
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Just superb. Short and so very succinct.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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omg, i love the inverted bats similie -- very well done.
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Sigh...always the last word...why is that I wonder??
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