A heart is drawn with a brick wedge
on a prison wall
an angel’s sculpture with stone wings
struggling between two windows of the hospital
the wall between us
like a sickness with no cure
I swam until I was exhausted on the misty horizon of the ocean
I don't know how I got back
ocean waves are best heard at night
when they hit rocks and break up into several waves
ocean water spreads out and covers the entire earth
to understand better
tomorrow will be another night with new waves
only the stones will remain
far
and too late I will find out who I really am
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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