First a hum, and then a whir, and then the ringing. The commotion of daylight will drown it out, but that tinny reverberation worst offends a battered heart sleeping alone.
In silent penumbra
she whispers across the barren.
What do you do if the ink blot doesn't turn into a puddle, and then a lake, and then an ocean? What do you do then?
You find relief in knowing you will not drown today.
yes, but years invested makes a coward of one. we shall see.
ReplyDeleteand this made me teary. so glad i found this blog.
Damn, that's some good writing. Deep and powerful. You have the prefect touch.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! I love the first paragraph where all the various sounds are combined.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this is written. I particularly love "she whispers across the barren"...powerful.
ReplyDeleteYour writing saddens me, but in the most perfectly beautiful way x
ReplyDeleteWhile you're waiting for the flood you learn to swim so it won't overwhelm you.
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself, ok? I'm worried.
*Hugs*
please don't drown. your words could keep me floating. not only me.
ReplyDeletelove,
L.
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ReplyDeletelet my battered heart slow in large water.
ReplyDeleteOlivia Lee
http://countmybones.blogspot.it/
somedays we all need to know that we'll make it through. we will not drown today. we can make it through today.
ReplyDeleteOh LuLu, I have missed yours posts... they always draw me inside myself and pulls out those dark places we all try to hide... to find out that they really weren't as bad as we thought... oh but so hard to see at that time.
ReplyDeleteAlways insightful and thought proving thoughts :)
Maybe so, but that also means another day where you have to go on living.
ReplyDelete/ Avy
http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com
♥