ANOTHER DAY (PART TWO) Awakening to the pain that shatters the heart like a fragile porcelain cup as it grips the chest, sending a black fire up into the brain. [Another day begins] Feet slap the cold hardness of the wooden floor like plummeting from a cliff to the sharp rocks below while the sour breath wheezes out a hoarse and futile sigh into the chill, dark morning air. [Another day begins] Awake to the pulsing ache that crushes the head and cries inside the skull like a ghost dissolving with the wind as it howls behind the eyes and wails the message through gritted teeth: “Another day… without her” ~ Kenneth N Cook
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 12:20:24 +0000
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