Beautiful things shouldn’t be able to cause pain
Memories, pretty bitches
Most in my mind are on speed dial
Others easily found in my address book
And of course those I stumble upon searching for those others
But to watch in awe
Someone whose address book has been left in the rain
And retrieved only after most memory entries have melted off page
When speed dial drops from most to only day-to-day
Intriguing
Confusing
Wondrous
Nightmare
About the Creator
Angie Doe
A poet dealing with the daunting realities of entering my 30s as a black woman with a less than ideal love life in New York City during a pandemic. These are pieces of myself that I’m finding and trying to put together cohesively.
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen4 days ago in Fiction
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