Congealed
The silent Vesper rattled her key into the front door, fumbling to get away from the rising sun. As she made it to a chair, she congealed and fell asleep sitting up. The only movement her body made rumbled from her pulsing heartbeats surfacing over skin. She’d only wake when the day disappeared somewhere into the lost sea.
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oooh i like this, feels like a snippet of a book I’d love to read
Love the enigma of the last line ~ transferring the idea of personal “loss” to the sea! Beautiful!
Great, as usual!
I hold myself in the doorway
interesting way to think of the evening star. I’m OK with that. “the pulsing of the sea waiting to wake the evening star.” This is what I see in this poem. I like your words.
I like the feel of this – would love to see it expaned.
So very compelling. Wow.
Mmm… magically mysterious… magnifico!
this is an incredible write. do you ever think of expanding any of these writings? hope all is well.
Intrigued.