22:46 Eat away the rotten, feast on decay and pain. Reveal what lies underneath; the end, or perhaps, surviving flesh to thrive.
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22:45
22:45 Yes, I understand, but understand this: It still hurts.
22:44
22:44 Posture posed in perfect delusion, ready to reflect the chosen scene. Too long is spent arranging limbs in natural positions, hoping one will admire the person who possesses them. Come caress them. Make them real.
22:43
22:43 The rock vibrates beside me, barely noticeable, barely real, but heightened senses see the signs, having expected it for far too long to miss the beginning of a crack.
22:42
22:42 Renewal of past-times and lifelines, from moments simpler but painful due to uncertainty of everything and nothing. The reminders bring a tired smile to lips who wonder if it’s from relief or sorrow.
22:41
22:41 Silver band absent on a day of a much larger absence. Forgotten in the haste and fog of becoming presentable to say goodbye. No one else comments but the naked finger screams to me over and over, creating doubt and fear of the permanent state I witness at this service of endings. Perhaps anotherContinue reading “22:41”
22:40
22:40 Cobwebs of neglected kindness, forgotten with all-consuming grief. Offerings for the wild, now empty as the tamed experience loss and pain. Clean is for the happy, sharing for the secure, but it was weeks ago her world was pulled away, and she can never get it back.
22:39
I was at the funeral of my husband’s grandfather. It was an odd experience because I’d only met him a few times and was witnessing everyone else’s pain rather than feeling it myself. So the next few poems are about what I observed/felt during that. 22:39 Scramble to replace scuffed shoes that fails in emptiness.Continue reading “22:39”
22:38
22:38 Liquid comfort or liquid coffin surrounds me as I emerge in a world I abandoned a lifetime ago. Memories of threats that were never real splash at determination and long to sink my ambition. Quickened breathing longs to stop and admit defeat, but desperate legs pump within the confines and slowly crawl forward until,Continue reading “22:38”
22:37
22:37 Activate my motivation through motion and guilt. Extract a monthly fee so I will return, booking, attending, sweating away my idleness, until an itch for more grows and grows. Swipe my member card, check my name, fill my diary with plans so I can smile and prove to others, to myself, that I amContinue reading “22:37”