Veronese: St. Jerome detail.
We hold horrors
In empty hands
While theme songs
Fill our heads
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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Well-wrought! I could read this one from many perspectives. The emptiness itself could be the horror, but, on the other hand, it could be read as "We do nothing while the world burns to the tune of a commercial jingle."
I love how much power you packed into so few words. This is really great!
Oooo, this was so deep. Loved it!