There's an empty space
Next to me
The bench cold
As I freeze alone
As my fingers float
Play until they bleed
Burning beneath me
As white turns black
Severing the strings
But never erasing
The tether
To your memory
I try to summon you
Only to be left
With the silence.
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Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I felt that silence. This is so haunting and beautifully written, Alyssa!
So haunting; the misery and quiet rings out far and wide.
Oh, this one's got that haunting elegance! Been there… trying to fill the empty space with a memory that never quite hugs you back. You're not alone in that echo.💖