Why does this world not rise up to meet the slamming of my heart breaking against its cage? Surely it is not a quiet hum. Or perhaps the breaking is what became the beating long ago.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
a quiet hum
Why does this world not rise up to meet the slamming of my heart breaking against its cage? Surely it is not a quiet hum. Or perhaps the breaking is what became the beating long ago.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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We call a catchy tune that gets stuck in the ear an earworm. This may be a mindworm.
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I love that, Bob.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Let this one sink in.
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Thank you, Bob
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