Pouring from her soul
Splashes of a life once lived
A dire tidal wave
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Engulfed by the surge
Drowning in a memory
She simply lets go
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Tumbling and turning
Gasping through brief breaks for air
No raft within reach
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Piercing ocean eyes
Drag her to deep depths below
Never to be found
About the Creator
B.Me
An authentic and intimate offering of lived experience and creativity. My only goal is to claim space as I am and practice this modality that provides me with the unique opportunity to reflect and express myself. Feedback is welcomed! B x
Delicious Nightmares
There is nothing novel in the observation that a good cinema experience is akin to a waking dream. We sit in darkness and become enveloped in a world of images that we piece together to form a narrative. Sometimes the images overpower us and we struggle with the paralysis of a nightmare. And then the lights come back up and we take a breath to remember it was not real, we were not in that car crash, we were not in a fight, we were not a lover being romanced. And we need a moment between the last credit and the real world to gather our thoughts to find meaning in what we have seen.
By Rachel Robbinsa day ago in Writers
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