21 March 2006

Let ye be tided

While I struggle with the fog obscuring my muse, here's something I wrote a long time ago for you to read.


Aftermath

Sitting on the floor,
thighs next to my chest,
arms wrapped below my knees
in the corner formed by my dresser and the wall to my open closet,
sobbing.
Once,
twice,
a few times more, sucking breath,
fighting suffocation

for my absent love.
And then I was calm
as the fluorescent light flickered on.

3 comments :

  1. You get "in the corner formed by my dresser and the wall to my open closet"? You must be really thin! :-)
    I like it, I hide to cry too!

    It's just a poem though, right?

    Fitèna

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  2. Nice, heartfelt piece.

    Write another one. Or write about calm.

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  3. Fitena: I don't recall exactly the geography I was thinking of, but I think I meant that the dresser and wall formed a corner which was near, but not directly adjacent to the opening of the closet. That's perfectly clear now, right? ;]

    Michele: Thanks. I guess I'll leave it up.

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