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The air was so heavy, so cold... It filled my lungs, gripped tight and refused to leave. My feet finally stopped as I fought for breath. I tried opening the water bottle with shaky hands... Was I already

Sigh Things out here were silent, between jackal howls and a few of the owls leaving their tree perches. A deafening kind of silence, where breath sounded like it would make your eardrums explode... A

There it was... That familier bitter cold on fingertips and to the bones of feet and legs... And everywhere. "Finally", she gasped as the coffee was put down in the table. The waitress, rolled

There never really is a beginning, middle and end... in anything. It's this continual wave, grabbing and pulling at us as we move. And either we drown, or we survive... then there's that horrible middle

I keep counting... Counting to the last day we talked Counting to the last day you messaged Counting as each day goes by with nothing... and not knowing... and wondering and even with my hands tied, my

The phone buzzed and the screen lit up "I miss you. Why are you so quiet?" I stared at the screen, as if trying to fathom the words ... As if they felt misspelled... "Been busy. Painting."

From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own That clean, unclouded blue of the sky after days of rain... The Spring warmth of the sunlight dappled by the shades of leaves and the chill lingering in the

From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own "we should get inside", she held her hand out to me and all I wanted to do was stay.. on that ground, rumbling with the incoming thunder. Wind angrily

From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own The "creepy tree" in it's central space in view from the coffee spot. It was easy to tell the season's change on it. What had died from the shade

Taken from my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own That feeling in my chest still had a hold of me. Tight and painful. The lump in my throat making the coffee go down in painful gulps. "You told

Originally written under my other pen name in 2016 - from my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own The alarm woke me from dreamless sleep, and I slid my finger over the "cancel" mark and found

Sinking into the cracks... deep, jagged... too many to count. The overcast sky outside said it was ok to feel this way... in its dark grey clouds and rumblings... The phone purred its complaints restlessly

The coffee was cold, not even worth warming fingers around the painted ceramic... The night breathed a heavy, frigid sigh Everything felt hard and cold...and the silence was so heavy. Hands outstretched

The spaces were a little dusty A little dark And silence rang, deafening As if nothing else ever had... Would ever... Exist here It was safe and free Every part known and felt and acknowledged It was here

The coffee was cold, not even worth warming fingers around the painted ceramic... The night breathed a heavy, frigid sigh Everything felt hard and cold...and the silence was so heavy. Hands outstretched