(¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) THE JOURNEY OF LOSS The way loss would remember a morning welcomed only for its Damask entry a Velvet lingering along wounded hemlined dream satin-gentle waking state blur of whimper come to life place of non-committal Diamond-light fade beyond crimson curtains of rehearsed despair half twilight whispers finger along the edge of tears sinking into numbness. The way loss would forget an evening rejected only for its shadow-teasing light broken angles strangled inside dangling prisms promises spin their web through a fine disguise of golden thread swinging their last distorted remains through a pinhole of fatal oblivion. The way loss could move on memory blanketed in cold bursts of intermittent reality devoid of child-like curiosity seeping through frayed fabrics of human reluctance out of body, witnessing the carnage left behind shattered glass drinking the rays of a nonchalant sun. The way loss should accept snap back into screaming flesh the sting of the Silver Chord weeps like a lonely Violin return to mortal weight, sustenance, and thus its inevitable neediness. Its pain. Copyright ♥ Susan Joyner-Stumpf♫ (¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨)
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 23:31:31 +0000
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