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To Be Happy
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Free Verse Tears cut like razor blades down sharp cheekbones.
He reads the scars scattered across her protruding hipbones
like braille
and tastes the salt
on her skin.
“I want you to be happy.”
“I am.”
Clarifying, “Without the blade.”
“I can’t.”
When she is alone
blood flows from a frail body
as she finally learns what it means
to be happy.
Her last breath is pure
relief.
She exhales with a parting word
to the only one
who loved her.
“Sorry.”
Your writing is stunning and
Your writing is stunning and simple but brilliant. I can feel the pain in your words, and because I have struggled with cutting, I knew the pain very well. Happiness is an allusive thing, to me, I don't thing it's something you can capture, and I do think it's something you can forget how to be. Keep writing!
Let your teeth show
Thank you. Happiness is quite
Thank you. Happiness is quite tricky, isn't it? Just when we think we have it, it slips through our fingertips.
I love your writing by the way.
There are tears gethering at
There are tears gethering at the edges of my vision. This is indeed very powerful.
Simple in the best of ways. Simple not in meaning or in depth but in. Such. Short. Verses.
Drove the point home.
Moved,
UnpurePleasures
Her hand in mine reminds me that I am human, I am loved, I will always be. Because sometimes... sometimes I forget. I get lost in the darkness of my mind. But she will hold my hand and I can see again. She isn't a light in the dark, she is THE light. ~BC~
Thank you very much. Your
Thank you very much. Your comments are appreciated more than you know.