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Capsizing Breath (Repost)

Your absence sucks the warmth from these sheets,

Curling between my thigh’s, roping around my fingers

Still trembling and gasping

From gentle tugs and rasping bites

Along edges of bone and light

I am frozen on capsizing breath

Of the last words we said

While these sheets of your sighs,

Of our eyes

Forever taking one another in,

Hold me hostage, wrapping around my legs, binding my wrists,

Against the warmth you float away with.

The word of the day when I posted originally was vague.

Posted in Word Prompt

Capsizing Breath

Your absence sucks the warmth from these sheets,

Curling between my thigh’s, roping around my fingers

Still trembling and gasping

From gentle tugs and rasping bites

Along edges of bone and light

I am frozen on capsizing breath

Of the last words we said

While these sheets of your sighs,

Of our eyes

Forever taking one another in,

Hold me hostage, wrapping around my legs, binding my wrists,

Against the warmth you float away with.

Vague

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Ink Me Down

Sink me into paper
Until ink bleeds
Over your cold fingers.
Go ahead,
Ink me down;
Down into the ground.
Grind memories into nothing
With razor blade stones.
Release me with every breath.
Let every sound have a bite.
Scream the words
Over glazed eyes and tear stained faces.
Go ahead,
Ink me down.
Your best tragedy,
Your personal comedy.


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Conveyor Belt Life

WordPress Daily Prompt – Conveyor

You stole my breath
My words and my heart
While I retraced my steps
Down this conveyor belt
To find what’s been lost.
Even though I move
Steadily away
The belt churns forward;
No regard for all this time
I’m begging to save.
Some say there’s a light
At the end of the tunnel.
I’ve never believed
In that plan.
Our time on this ever moving path,
Fleeting and over in a second,
May be the only turn we get.
I don’t mind
If you take my hand,
Share my words
And hold my heart while it mends.
You don’t have to steal.
I won’t run.
This belt grinds forward
Despite our flaws.


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Day 1 – Breath

Breath – Daily WordPress Prompt

Breath, the movement of air, in and out. So simple and essential. It’s ironic that it’s the prompt today. Just take a breath, I tell myself that a lot.

Like so many people, I stress, I let life catch me and pull me along while I all but drown.

“Stop and smell the roses.”

No, there’s no time. There aren’t enough hours in the day. Your passions will have to wait.

But if there’s no passion then what is there? What are we living for if not for our passion?

Just breathe.

My passions for music, for storytelling and for writing have been ignored for so long. I almost wonder if they are too far gone, lost beneath the years of a corporate desk and 70 hour work weeks.

Can I get them back?

The distorted reflection of the surface can’t reflect how truly far away those passions have gotten. Sometimes they seem so close but my grip falls short. Sometimes it becomes so dark I can’t see them at all.

It’s then that I wonder just how far away I’ve drifted, how far has the current pulled me?

If I can just take a breath then I can see, I can think. I can rise to the surface and anchor myself, assessing the situation.

Just one breath. That’s all it takes. One becomes two then three.