as I can't reach you any other way
I want the barrier to disappear
I follow the dog to that tree trunk
where he has hidden my memory card
I scrape it out of the ground
my nail breaks and hangs limp
the breeze does nothing to soothe me
I turn back to the song again
"I pick a little stone and rub it on that CD and taste blood"
@gautami.tripathy April 16, 2017
8 comments:
I can feel the digging for memory, and the broken nail.
amazing images, creative expressions of emotions
I kept seeing a spiritual meaning in your words. No matter what, we all return to that same song. Enjoyed reading your thoughts.
Beautifully poignant!❤️
It is sad but unfortunately there will always questions unanswered.
Painful indeed.
Dark, dark. Those in betweens when we are neither here nor there, but we haven't left yet. Powerful.
I can think of a lot of barriers that I'd like to see disappear!
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