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Inhale/Exhale
Inhaling the chill of the night,
My pace quickens.
I soon realize where I am.
Time stops.
Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.
My heart slows.
I notice the sound of a train in the distance.
Time resumes.
Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.
My thoughts race.
I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.
But time stops again.
Exhaling the memories of you leaving,
My heart drops lower than my self esteem.
I feel my stomach clench from disappointment and hunger.
Time resumes once more.
Each breath leading to something.
Something I've kept hidden.
I've buried it 6 feet under the smile on my face.
But, leave it to you to dig up your own grave.
Maybe while you're at it you could dance on mine.
My pace quickens.
I soon realize where I am.
Time stops.
Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.
My heart slows.
I notice the sound of a train in the distance.
Time resumes.
Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.
My thoughts race.
I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.
But time stops again.
Exhaling the memories of you leaving,
My heart drops lower than my self esteem.
I feel my stomach clench from disappointment and hunger.
Time resumes once more.
Each breath leading to something.
Something I've kept hidden.
I've buried it 6 feet under the smile on my face.
But, leave it to you to dig up your own grave.
Maybe while you're at it you could dance on mine.
Published 9th Sep 2017
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9th Sep 2017 9:17pm
Anonymous
- Edited 10th Sep 2017 00:20am
10th Sep 2017 00:18am
this so very sad and ovely felt at the same time,
it dances with our breaths by stealing them away.
...too deeply understood
it dances with our breaths by stealing them away.
...too deeply understood
14th Sep 2017 11:26pm
I like the stop-action in this piece...like in a movie it accentuates the focus of the scene. This passage is profound in its imagery:
"I've buried it 6 feet under the smile on my face."
Brava!
"I've buried it 6 feet under the smile on my face."
Brava!
19th Sep 2017 5:27pm
3rd Nov 2017 5:29pm
Enjoyed the read.
Could feel "Time" as it stopped and started again.
Memories...what do we do with them?
Could feel "Time" as it stopped and started again.
Memories...what do we do with them?
