Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
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Seeing if you had any new pieces out and this popped up in my search. 😁 Nice work!
I love this. I have pondered long on the line between sky and land, but not as much sky and sea. A much more ethereal concept, I think. Beautiful haiku!