You Watch the Eclipse, and I'll Feel it.
Astronomical event seen by the masses, and felt by astrologers. An acrostic poem about the eclipse...
Egoic souls wandering lifeless through space
Calcifying day by day,
Lacerating dead limbs that turned to stone.
Immersing every cell into their subconscious
Plutonic mutations rumbling beneath the surface.
Silence gasps, the mind’s eye exhales
Extrinsic metamorphosis, the ego is freed.
About the Creator
Olivia Macbeth
one swoop the wind picked up everything in it's path. the little worms that creep from the soil after it rains, the stranger who kicks their feet with childlike innocence. the quirky, horrific, intoxicating moments of life dance in my mind
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven6 days ago in Fiction
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Oh wow, this was so dark, deep and intense! Loved your Acrostic!