#1
the thoughts that were sprung when you began seeing shapes
(your young mother's face, hung weary but bright)
lead onwards to grip what it is you want most
(the nape of her neck, tipped off to the side)
you yelled out her names at the time of demise
compelled by the skin in which you confide
she's soft and she rips at your edges sometimes
she left and she'll only keep leaving.
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#3
Is it odd that when I read this the piece had a real Oedipal tinge to the sense of loss? I think that might say more about me than your work, but this is brilliantly emotive. Very well written.
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#4
^ there's an intended relation to the freudian oedipus complex, not explicitly though i suppose

thank you guys. i'll make sure to get to your pieces
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#5
Fantastic, imo there's this delicate and well maintained balance of vague and poetic in this piece. That last line hits hard. Definitely enjoyed.