Grief:Peripheral
The flicker of bluish light
filters out what is missing;
there is only one set
of boots by the door,
an apple sits on the counter
uneaten,
and even if you don’t
make a sound,
the notch in your heart
is nothing personal.
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Yeah, I know I said no poetry, but I lied.
I just posted the last chapter of The Bond, which I'm not 100% satisfied with. It is the end of this novella, but the story continues in the next book of the series. One of my biggest problems is I don't have a title for the next novella. The working title was "The Break," which doesn't really work. If you have an idea or two, throw 'em in the comments.
The flicker of bluish light
filters out what is missing;
there is only one set
of boots by the door,
an apple sits on the counter
uneaten,
and even if you don’t
make a sound,
the notch in your heart
is nothing personal.
____________________________
Yeah, I know I said no poetry, but I lied.
From The Culling, because what girl doesn't dream of owning a library with a ladder? |
I just posted the last chapter of The Bond, which I'm not 100% satisfied with. It is the end of this novella, but the story continues in the next book of the series. One of my biggest problems is I don't have a title for the next novella. The working title was "The Break," which doesn't really work. If you have an idea or two, throw 'em in the comments.