From her window
the pale, willowy
young woman, a
midwife, watches a
paper cup being
tossed around in
the wind. The dark
ocean, the great
progenitor in
the background,
illuminated by waning
moonlight. She waits
for his headlights
to appear, her
fiancé, a fleshy,
ruddy man, the
town’s undertaker,
who brings freshly
cut carnations,
and a long,
warm embrace.
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Author:
Vipassana (
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Comments1
Quite the scene set with vivid images. I am not sure of the metaphor here if there is one but it feels very worldly and full of flesh whether it be sex or cadavers
I think it is both sex and cadavers, but not morbidly (I hope).
Lived next to a mortician once he had the most morbid and dark sense of humor.
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