xImpossible for you to imagine,
because you can't fathom a
v o i d.
The o pen arms you once ran to
are o pen & destroyed.
Her r/a\g/g\e/\d breath
is visceral*
around the bed she's s-p-r-a-w-l-e-d,
where she lays awaiting
the slowly
seeping
calm . . .
Author notes
Second prompt.
Oh, x sweetheart...
A contest entry
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Comments
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>] Brilliant. I thought the 'void' left in the open did wonderfully. Good Job, Good Luck!
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