Insanity

May 21, 2008
By Nicole Fieger, Commack, NY

Translucent light in her hair.
Pause.
I can’t see it, I am blind.
My emotions curl and twitch,
Like a dying animal.
I can’t soothe them – it is too late.
She stretches out to me, a whisper away.
The words, they can’t escape me.
They were never there.


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