Songs sung sorrowfully.
Silent sobbing.
Sniffles.
Slowly sinking, spiraling, spinning...
Souls split...shredded...
Shattered.
Searching skies, screaming silently.
Seeking solace.
Separation.
About the Creator
Laura Jaskot
Life-long learner. (New) Jersey girl. As the daughter of a school librarian, I grew up around books. I love to read, but I no longer have to hide under my covers with a flashlight to finish a good book. And I love to write.
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The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman4 days ago in Poets
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Very nicely done.