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Fifty-six years The silence in the garage was heavy as John pulled the key from the ignition and glanced across the small divide to where his wife sat, head bowed, a shadow in the dim light. He wanted to reach out to her, lay a hand on her bent shoulders and tell her that things would be alright, but knew she'd catch him in the lie. He doubted things would ever be alright, now. A tear spun its silvered way down Robin's cheek and shivered from her chin with a sob.Fifty-six years
"We-" He stopped when she flinched at the sound of his voi
by ~Tisala
This small bit of joyThis small bit of joy that's settled down beside me on the still-warm ashes is a mottle-skinned gecko with gaily golden eyes. He's been by before, tail flicking out of sight across the ceiling. Just out of reach, but never quite out of mind. He's wavered wildly through the shadow-bound fingers of Guilt and capered rudely in the face of Regret, drawing a laugh into the silence of still-being-a-daughter. A laugh that startles memories into pouncing on my drying cheeks as moments of crystalline clarity and scares him into scampering.This small bit of joy
My life was just a burnt out husk of a house where Dad's smile-crinkled eyes lurked in every corner
by ~Tisala
Amaranth-Unfadingshe walks the road and her shadow walks beside time held steady in her hands forever dripping from between her pale fingers tears stalking her footsteps and dragging the stars from the heavens of her eyes never quite quenching the sorrowing thirst of her parched companyAmaranth-Unfading
by ~Tisala
The Train Rattled On“Don’t lose yourself, kid.” And the train rattled onThe Train Rattled On
as the mother grabbed her child’s hand, pulling him into line.
“Don’t lose yourself, kid.”
He leant forward carefully, head juddering loosely beneath
its worn and dirty cap.
Holding it still is never worth
the lack of stares.
“Don’t lose yourself, kid. Listen to your mother,
she knows.
She doesn’t want to lose you.”
Her child had let go of her hand.
Running up and down the lone
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