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Virginia Woolf Stones

when I gave away my power, I sank

By R.C. TaylorPublished 5 months ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read
Virginia Woolf Stones
Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

my dreams were high in the sky, fingertips brushing the tails of

the shooting stars they tried to catch before you kept filling their

pockets with Virginia Woolf stones and that's when they sank down



past cloud nine candy floss they once ate happily while laughing

with their friends, carnival lights prism reflecting off their smile

past gentle rain that bathed their skin with soft, wet baptism, piano

melody played delicately on them by freshwater pianist fingers


past the red balloon they comforted that a little girl had let go of in

the grocery store parking lot after her mom warned her to hold tight


past figure eights they used to loop around tall skyscrapers, happy

that they were finally rising, rising, rising, breathless as with life



past treetops where they lost some of them along the way because like

boosters on a rocket they couldn't take all of them when they first rose


past the tide that rocked them to and fro, shooshing them as if they

were a babe again as they said goodbye to sky, returning to the womb



past the magnets that they used to stick on Davy Jones' locker when

they were just a young girl still figuring themselves out, clueless


my dreams


sank far


into Mariana Trench


where creatures never discovered wondered past them in welcoming

at the utter brilliance and beauty of their bioluminescence that was not

appreciated by you. they kept sinking down







⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀until the pressure alone killed them.

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R.C. Taylor

Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.

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  • Cathy holmes4 months ago

    Wow. That's incredible. Well done

  • Paul Stewart4 months ago

    So very heartbreakingly sad, but incredibly beautifully written! So much skill in pace, word choice and brevity at work here. Well done!

  • River Joy5 months ago

    Wow. That last line hits hard in the most perfect way. Really beautifully done.

  • Mackenzie Davis5 months ago

    Wow, RC, this is incredibly powerful, and so so sad. I feel the wrenching away of those dreams, and their will to survive despite everything. What an amazing contemplation on what happens to dreams when we let them go. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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