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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 22, 2013

We Regret To Inform You

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In that moment, her world split in two:
Before and After
and the chasm between was too wide to ever cross.
A gulf of time,
created in a second,
now so deep that she was drowning.
The shores held no safety;
memories brought an ache so profound
it rent her to the marrow.
The future held emptiness,
a void into which she feared she would disappear.
Wavering, she hovered in the nowhere,
her core unstable,
her existence untenable.