Breakup

Soft light bruises. She gulps saliva. Ineffective. Takes a glass of water, guzzles.

One-two-three deep breaths. She falls over bed again. Gazes through glass. Tarred translucent clouds sliding over red moon. Twists and turns.

Looks at her cellphone. No call, miscall, message. Opens window. Fresh air, chirping birds. The dawn.


 

Note: Written for writing challenge Fifty

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21 comments

  1. They sure do exist. I know of a man who never dropped his armor around anyone…always on guard, never taking the a chance on live, afraid of it?

    So, he never experienced heartbreak, but worse, he never experienced the great joy of connecting with someone..

  2. They sure do exist. I know of a man who never dropped his armor around anyone…always on guard, never taking the a chance on live, afraid of it?

    So, he never experienced heartbreak, but worse, he never experienced the great joy of connecting with someone..

    Beautiful, descriptive writing, mou

      1. One one hand they are safe, never hurt..but of course, they never know certain joys, either..and hurt is a part of it..love is worth the pain,I say..

      2. Infinity and beyond! Lol. I think this app photo thingie is working now, mou. I’m gonna test a photo on it and if you get time can you tell me if you see it? Thanks….good morning to you! And good luck with today’s blogging zero to hero assignment. No more zeros! Lol. Enjoy your day

  3. I like the poem. I like the set-up also. That is the good part about poetry. Few real rules of set-up or standards. Nothing worst than waiting. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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