Writer's block
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infrasound
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the cells in my body tell me that she’s not gone,
just whisked away
like egg whites in a soufflé
or snowmelt in a mudslide
Chimes
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Little missives from beyond time and space
Afloat on currents of molecules, suspended in the gaseous elements…?
Too fanciful, I think, too cute. Too good to be true.
I find myself listening for them, though, despite my better judgment,
On the off chance, that maybe, just maybe, there’s something there.
Unseen
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He saw my pain, my broken, shattered body and heart and I silently understood that he wanted to be able to hold it for me once again. But this time was different. This time I saw his own anguish mirrored back at me. I remember thinking that I would give anything in the world to make it hurt less for him, for us.
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