PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Inside
I can only know you, he said, if I’m inside
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
When he found nothing
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
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Wow, just wow
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Cold, angry, and controlled. I loved it
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Thank you so much.
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It does not sound like he was very clear – there is never nothing.
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Some people don’t see many things.
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Wow, ouch… this is full of pain. Well told
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Thank you so much.
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Such painful imagery.
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There is no sweet to balance this bitter pain of feeling used. The only solace is if the man found nothing, it’s because he brought nothing to the relationship.
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So true. No way he could bring anything to the relationship.
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He seeks in all the wrong places. Beautifully written, harsh realities for some.
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Yes, it is a harsh reality for some. Thanks for coming by.
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That was excellent!
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Thank you so much for the comment and for coming by:)
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