Since you have left,
I’ve been stricken by the harrowing realization that,
Love, like fire, cannot grow when suffocated,
Enclosed in a chamber, it is snuffed out,
Never to emerge as something beautiful, rather,
Crass, and crooked, having not seen sunlight in an,
Eternity. So how could it possibly grow when drowned in salty raindrops?
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Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
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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 Diehl7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Such a heart breaker; painfully eloquent.
Thought provoking and very emotional. :)
Nice finishing touch! Very profound in its simplicity. Loved it!!!
Amazing!
What a wondrous visual you've woven with so few words. Well done.
Ooof! Dropping some deep ones on us! I love it! 'Drowned in salty raindrops' is such a great image! 🩷
This was heavy. Very good detail