Frozen.
Drowning.
Sinking.
I couldn’t move from this place
Below the sky.
Before consciousness.
The space between stars.
Water falling endlessly
Against my skin.
I slowly lived.
An ember.
Barely burning.
And in the cascading heavens.
It came.
A cadence of god.
A boisterous laugh from above.
It struck.
True and beautiful.
Thawing.
Swimming.
Rising.
I didn’t scream when it took my body.
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Shannon E. Mack
Hello, friends and fellow writers! I am a 37-year-old writer diving in for the first time. Working on a literary fantasy romance novel and sharing poetry along the way.
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