Open Poetry #48 |
In Other Rooms |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
A woman in a white coat, and echoing hallways. The click-clack of heels and emergencies. This place is haunted with images of hands holding on so tight that they can't remember how to feel or tears forced down your throat; whispered prayers begging for none of this to be real. This isn't the place to cry about a heartbeat you can't hear, or a quiet womb. People are dying in other rooms. |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
I'm impressed deeply! Great work! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Hugs, Kaoru. Owl |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Haunted, indeed. Good to read you here again. |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Haunted by the living and the dead indeed |
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paderewski Member
since 2011-02-04
Posts 287Louisiana, USA |
Absolutely love this, Kaoru . . . ~*~ Old is when “getting a little action” means you don't need to take any fiber today. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Masterful rendering of this place where the beginning and the end of life touch closely, both causing profound emotions. Excellent work, dear Kaoru. Margherita |
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