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Primal Therapy

Unseen Wounds

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 25 days ago Updated 24 days ago 1 min read
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Primal Therapy
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lying in the darkness as the wind starts to blow

the windchimes sing its warning under the soft moonlight's glow

memories flow like postcards as you breeze cross' my mind

your ghost, abandons its grave each night as I press rewind

I still hear your voice calling, and the sirens primal scream

as I awaken to a nightmare, from a peaceful summer dream

sandcastles laid to ruin as reality explodes

now you visit me at midnight, and leave me when the rooster crows

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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  • Anna 21 days ago

    Loved it a lot!😍

  • Poppy 24 days ago

    I love this!! "your ghost, abandons its grave each night as I press rewind" That's another astoundingly good line. "as I awaken to a nightmare, from a peaceful summer dream sandcastles laid to ruin as reality explodes" Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!! You're on such a roll with this!!

  • And oh the heartbreak of that cock's crowing, wishing, nay begging for it to become the dream while the pleasant wistfulness of evening slumber becomes the reality.

  • Shirley Belk25 days ago

    Wuthering Heights vibes...love it

  • Cathy holmes25 days ago

    This is excellent. Love these lines "I still hear your voice calling, and the sirens primal scream as I awaken to a nightmare, from a peaceful summer dream." Well done.

  • Dylan 25 days ago

    Amazing! Well done!

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