If I said I was leaving
What would you say?
What if I told you I'd never return?
Would you hold me close?
Whisper my name?
Would you speak the words?
Would you follow my footprints?
Would you even know?
The fluttering inside me
Is your daughter?
You will say nothing.
Your heart is not mine.
If I told you goodbye
You would miss me
But you would let me go.
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Minte Stara
Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.
Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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