Prison Ruin In Jeddah (Donovan OMalley)
without you i sleep
in patterns of fine lace
in spur of the moment
pearl drops of rain
without you i breathe in
the remnants of some life
like shattered glass
like spills of laughter
i move in frames now
i thrive in miniature bursts
living is not simultaneous
living is intervals of emotion
darkness is a constant
i haven’t yet seen
even behind eyelids
i wait for you to go.
Nicole Marie
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