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adelinefeckerDeep thoughts over coffee...
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Little poem

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Poetry by adelinefecker

It started tiny

The smallest black dot buried under watercolor splashes and technicolor prisms

I was not

Afraid because I could not see it

But the blackness

Grew like wildfire licking at my insides

I don't remember them burning so quickly

And you still have not called

The blackness grew

I am relapsing

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9 months agoReply
@erenah @bernardtwindwil I'm glad you enjoyed!

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9 months agoReply
The imagery in this was so powerful,

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9 months agoReply
You conveyed this desperation that one feels all the way to one's bowels. It is a great description of the panic. The black dot metaphor is ingenious. Great job!!!

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@felonious Thank you!

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9 months agoReply
i know this feeling. great job conveying such a visceral feeling