Golden afternoon.

Bedside-
she’s on her back
numb and bent
staring at a stucco ceiling.

Outside-
She hears
insects scream
and birds kill their weaklings.

Inside-
she wonders if this pig-man
will ever finish
and sputter up a sad seedling.

7 thoughts on “Golden afternoon.”

I like this short format. I also like how it suggests something but don’t really explain anything in detail.

Thanks for “liking” and subbing. I followed your lead.

The subtle darkness in this slaps you straight in the face. With a meat tenderiser!

Wow

This one feels emotionally raw…

This speaks so much. Powerful piece.

Super post!.

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Lots of images in my mind after reading. The format days much.

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