Written by Emily Harstone | October 4, 2016
The sound of dogs trailed away.
Still reflecting, after her last tear.
she had won peace, hadn’t she?
Let’s pretend we are not drowning.
The peace of the womb-like chamber…nirvana!
Eagerly awaiting, the new prosecco fountain…
In quiet stillness;she was heard…
Wading through cold, sacred, sorrow.
Waiting for the world to end
Alone and at peace, she waited.
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The sound of dogs trailed away.
Still reflecting, after her last tear.
she had won peace, hadn’t she?
Let’s pretend we are not drowning.
The peace of the womb-like chamber…nirvana!
Eagerly awaiting, the new prosecco fountain…
In quiet stillness;she was heard…
Wading through cold, sacred, sorrow.
Waiting for the world to end
Alone and at peace, she waited.