REE-OHH-(V)-DHREE-OKT-KREE
Ríomhdhraíocht croí - Computermagic of the Heart
The face in the mirror glances up.
New haircut, blondish.
Headphones with mic.
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Glance from soft eyes to nose to laptop
Water dripping sounds,
Such solitude.
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HEART'S DRAMAS DEFY TIME'S FUCKING LAWS!
What wonderful calm
What wonderful.
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Laptop past nose to blood-red fire eyes
Water dripping sounds,
Such loneliness.
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The face in the mirror has travelled.
No features to see.
Tears singe fire head.
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The face in the mirror disappears.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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Comments (5)
Very powerful poem and dream. Many emotions ❤️ Hearted
Very nicely done
Wow!!!💕💖
Conny, you are a magical wordsmith. Beyond proud!
Beautiful 💗