It is here that you rest.
Tired of mouth,
arms outstretched,
body screaming
letters.
y
r
u
persisting?
I lay it down.
well...
y
r
u
resisting?
You fold into a near question mark.
Foetal and believing
only an ex
could mark your spot.
Save yourself.
Let me be the puddle
of blood
born from
your hooked
hurt.
You stay
because even breathing is hard
when you think
about the process.
You stay
because any step,
no matter the direction
is one step too far
from your daughter.
You stay
in the abandoned comfort
of love’s unworthiness
Lay there
till I convince you
that this ‘thistle’
is actually quill
waiting for you,
to give purpose
to its existence.
Write me.
or
Draw me
a picture
we can both live with.
Author notes
ramblings from a lost soul..
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very interesting layout, it emphasises each pause and gives you time to really mull over what you are viewing.
the ending is brilliant.
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YRU on such a roll lately?
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Like you can talk my dear friend!
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(the sound of shattering...)
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OMG!! I love this!! "One step too far from your daughter" Oh this is great! Seriously feeling it right now! Great job!
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