I hear you Zay. On January 18, 1973, I smashed my mother's dreams of becoming a professional dancer. Only she never told me directly. I pieced it together later via context clues.

I hear you though. Some things are best left unsaid.

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100 Words

Thrifty Words 100 Challenge #81: Loss

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Gaze returned coldly
from blackness,

unblinking,

unbiased,

awaiting embrace
that won’t come willingly;

losses greeted

indifferently;

feelings
shunted away
since the first schism;

grief,
but the first to fall;

survival’s first lesson;

coping with losses
by failing to witness
festering wounds;

shunt them away
towards imposter’s fantasy;
let them die.

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Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Medium Top Procrastinator. Guilty of writing under the influence. No, I’m not upset. My face always looks this way. INTP https://cosmicrubble.com/