Minor Catastrophe (Minor Awful)

I see you
I hear you
I smell you
I taste you
I feel you with
every step,
every blink,
every breath,
everything.

But you're not here...
And I ache with
every sight
every sound
every touch.
All I taste is salty tears
All I smell's the end...

But don't worry:
My world ended over here
while you weren't looking
I just have to keep moving,
moving on.

Comments

feel like writing ... and then i don't

maybe i should just stop trying so hard. i mean, i still need to be focused writing reading singing laughing cooking but i can loosen up and not be a prescriptionist about everything or perhaps not.

Ostrich

Too afraid to stand and fight; Too much pride to fly away. Cowardice: immobilize Egos lacking skill to play! Games of conflict can’t be played By those afraid to deal a hand. Flightless birds avoid their call Ostriching heads in the sand. Thanks, Trifecta for the prompt, which requested an animal name be used as a verb. I figured I might as well ignore the dictionary and make my own...flightless birds have always intrigued me, anyhow.

thirsty darkness

She stood aloof nothing stood in the way of her purpose. buffeted by the cool winter breeze, nothing stood but She had watched others fall to the whirr or tumble into thirsty darkness but she refused to let the world assign her pain. Her pain was her own. She stands calmly, patiently awaiting tomorrow. will it bring an end or another beginning? what use in new predictions? tomorrow we chase the yesterdays we did not catch today. (again.) She will herald the end to nothingness by giving in to it and tumbling into thirsty darkness as winter blows itself away ...Prompted by the 100 Word Song writing challenge at My Blog Can Beat up Your Blog . T his week's track: Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down".

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