Broken

She was out of words

broken –

echo of a touch

gnaws

at the frayed thread

wound like a wheel

where her ring used to be

and the whistle of the wind

is the only reminder,

an imprint on her soul

as she falls apart.

 

Sunday Whirl

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4 comments on “Broken

  1. The simplicity of this read somehow makes the import conveyed so striking. I like this very much.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lynn__ says:

    A heartbreaking write…

    Liked by 1 person

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