One breast is gone the sickle moon penumbra undressed for the ruler scar beneath - a doctor’s tidiness. Misplaced highway on this smooth bend of flesh and bone. In the shower throw caution plughole deep - damp self pity swirls down cheeks heat like swallowed liquor. Firefly stings on neck nape, the waves pass hopping out calm again and pink all over
Written for MLMM Wordle #244
Words: breast, penumbra, undressed, misplaced, smooth, caution, damp, swirl, heat, fireflies, waves
Beautifully and bravely written. Wishing you well 🙏
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Thank you, Ingrid. It’s a strange process, this kind of “grief”.
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Phew! I feel the pain. You are so brave to share this. Good for you young lady. Power to your pen!
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Thanks Hobbo!! Both empathetic and empowering! What a combo!
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Well deserved.👍
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I’m pretty sure that I’ve written this before, but you humble me, Worms.
❤
David
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I can feel the pain in this, the swirls of emotion and that wonderful calm at the end 🙂
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Thanks, John. Glad it comes through. 🙂
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This poem is just stunning, from the opening to the end.
Best wishes for a full and speedy recovery
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Thank you! 💕
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