Fingers that pinch peeling wood are brown.
Fence is old and each peeling strip curls.
Fingers press – thumb beneath, forefinger on top – tug down. 45 more words
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A Journey With My Dearest ForeverSisterFriend...
CAROL – Good morning. How are you doing today. Solid Joy this morning was so good for me.
Preach to Yourself
“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? 309 more words
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What does the moon know about my sorrow?
Or the sun of my deep melancholy?
Do they feel my deep disappointment?
As I walk staring at my soiled feet? 133 more words
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THE MOVING QUILL
Break me down
Into little pieces
that fit into the cracks
of your incomplete self;
Let me fill those spaces
with the soothing touch
of empathy… 74 more words
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The glossy pink, drips between the slow decay
Glistening in the light, translucent to the eye
A warmth, humming just beneath the surface
All the while creeping, gradually cracking… 58 more words
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There is a cavern – which lies
Cold and dirty in raw eyes
Crammed full of agony
Swarming with a sadness
Wine leaking from irises… 57 more words
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