Self-portrait
Sigh…
I
Lean into the
Echo chamber of my heart.
Nowhere to nestle but the
Cold of my loneliness, where it all begins and
Ends
About the Creator
Paris Rosemont
Thai Australian poet. Author of poetry collections 'Banana Girl' and 'Barefoot Poetess'.
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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 Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Wow. This was stunning. I felt like this was someone’s dying breath. So well written.
Mic drop! So well done, Paris!!
Sweet...and a little sour.
Sad, beautiful and so relatable. Silence eventually heals.
Nestle in the cold of my loneliness - wonderful use of contrasting images here - and that "sigh" at the beginning sets the tone.