This bed feels like a coffin
and this restlessness like death
If this is the absence of a heartbeat
then there is no difference
between flowing
and stale blood
To be taken away
as if by mistake
a simple inadequacy
of cognancy
Just so
I could not be to blame
for the heartache of my darling
But what a shame it would be
if death were to knock on the wrong door
that night.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2017 07:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It would be a shame, indeed, Nicole! No more great writings, no more waiting for the next day to see what she would come up with!
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