traumatized to see you leave but grow depressed when you stay.
corpse corridor to window-glass stains
now hang me out to dry. you can't wring out what's inside
ringing out into silence. i can't hear when you cry
tearing out my arteries one tear at a time
springtime orchestra. we watched it together
laid a blanket on the grass and felt the fall of forever
how we walk together wordlessly but talk to remember.
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I don't generally like to quote but I feel like those are glimpses of brilliance. The distance between the watcher and the characters is eerie, realistically eerie. You've brought this relationship to life with your words in a manner that is difficult to accept as the reader. It's humbling reading something that accurate. The fact that flow of thoughts/events is somewhat scatter-brained, while the whole is fluid is very impressive. Excellent stuff here, thank you.
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