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Breathtaking
It is in the mornings
When the mask is left lying somewhere on the floor
Or possibly tangled up in the sheets
That I'm exposed to the reality of my existence
Fuck, the emptiness is breathtaking...
When the mask is left lying somewhere on the floor
Or possibly tangled up in the sheets
That I'm exposed to the reality of my existence
Fuck, the emptiness is breathtaking...
Published 13th Feb 2024
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13th Feb 2024 8:57pm
I know, at least in the mask everything is a bit smaller feeling.
You caught a lot in few words
Breathtaking indeed.
You caught a lot in few words
Breathtaking indeed.
14th Feb 2024 4:14am
Dear T,
This poem has mastered that intense feeling of vulnerability. The literal and metaphorical mask was such a great image of being able to hide in plain sight. Great write. H🌷
This poem has mastered that intense feeling of vulnerability. The literal and metaphorical mask was such a great image of being able to hide in plain sight. Great write. H🌷
27th May 2024 10:04am
"Fuck, the emptiness is breathtaking..." > what a beautiful line this is.
It made me ponder: emptiness (though terrifying) can be breathtaking too.
Great write, lady.
It made me ponder: emptiness (though terrifying) can be breathtaking too.
Great write, lady.
11th Jun 2024 2:37am
5th Sep 2024 2:13am
Damn.
you just needed that closing
as a title.
nothing more,
the emptiness and
the wait
for emptied breath. Damn.
excelsior, poet.
you just needed that closing
as a title.
nothing more,
the emptiness and
the wait
for emptied breath. Damn.
excelsior, poet.
