Unlatch the door
let the leaves blow in
I caught a glimpse
of who I could have been
Nathan's wrath takes me
wide apart
I was done before I tried to start
but now
in quiet I still believe
I'll overcome
this fucking need
to grieve
but I wonder...
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2026 02:27
- Category: Sad
- Views: 9
- In collections: Blackhole Disease, Ever Night Skyward.
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Comments1
The first time that I read this (still birth came to mind) a thought aborted buried and not remembered no need to grieve but often it is anyway. Well written
Yes. To the heart of it. Thank you.
You are most welcome John
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