Melody Bowling
Joined February 2018
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The Darkness of Death
The night he died, I felt him pass through me. My heart didn't shatter, it cracked; like a dinner plate, absent-mindedly placed on a hot burner, it sounded the same in my ears. I felt and heard my heart crack completely apart. I had nothing to console me. I stood frozen in my kitchen, ears ringing with fear and grief. My entire body hummed with panic; I couldn't see, I felt blinded by the light. I had to move to darkness, and I took to my bed.
By Melody Bowling5 years ago in Poets