The Schrödinger Cat
In a glass box, I placed
everything I was never able to articulate,
inside this small place
are all the screams
I was never able to pronounce.
Words locked away
to empty my mind
and relieve it
from this chaos that devours me
and prevents me from being happy.
I stopped feeling.
How could I, when my inside was empty?
My heart filled every leftover corner with all that I never could say,
Trying to calm this poor and desolate heart.
About the Creator
Idoia
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
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