She is drowning,
Yet strangely
No one notices her
Gasping for air,
As though every breath
Were her last.
She swallows
The lump in her throat,
Praying no one will ask her
Why she hasn't showered,
Or eaten,
Or slept
Or felt whole
Since her hands finally
Left his face
& fell, empty,
Into oblivion.
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Author:
Karoline (
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Comments3
'Very touching Karoline.......
It is sad that great writes are too often born from heartache.
I felt the sadness
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