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Post Traumatic Echos

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moonlight tastes sour

sweat runs through bedroom sheet veins

she gives up on sleep

 

hallway footfalls

undesired sharp edges

reverberations

 

echos beat within

in discord with her heart

as hands grip at wind

 

doorknob, alive, there

embraced by her palm frantic

gasp … inhale … freedom

 

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haikustanza

◄ (but also when she said no)

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Comments

Delia

Mon 29th May 2017 18:41

this really touched me, you use the english language in such a beautiful way, I can't even describe what it is that I love so much about this poem. All I know is that your writing has access to my spine.
Immediately added you as one of my favourites!

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