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Her voice on the phone
flows through blue veins and vessels
to my hopeful heart
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Megan Small
Clairvoyant, escaped convict (Small, medium at large).
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Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 days ago in Poets
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Love this unique interpretation of the prompt, the warmth of the heart melts even the iciest of veins. Beautiful haiku!