Absence thumped
Beating against ribs-
Cacophony in head
Dipped thoughts in
Ever longing-
Fingers searched blindly
Grabbed loose threads-
Hang on loosely
I didn’t fall-
Just stumbled-
Kindred spirits they said,
Lying love letters saved in secret
Moody mornings to follow-
Never functioning
Or rather over functioning to compensate
Paused our future
Quietly retreated to lick wounds
Repressed our beliefs
Star crossed no longer
True believers in
Unbearable love’s
Violent break-
X-ray shown empty
Yours forever
Zero regrets.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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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 Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
The short lines make for a rapid pace and flow, and I like the consistent imagery of body in here with x-ray, licking wounds, fingers, ribs etc. “Lying love letters saved in secret” is a line with a lot behind it! Nicely done👏
Heart-provoking thoughts, Katrina.