Longing © 2022 by A. E. F.
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Emptiness.
It's different than many types of pain.
No daggers.
No pinpricks.
No catnail surface-sharp edgery.
It's a black hole vacuumizing your heart valves, your chambers.
It sucks them in whole.
Pulls them into the void,
leaving behind nothing where feeling used to be.
But feeling remains, even when numb.
It hurts.
Seeps through every pore,
though the source of your pain has vanished along with your anatomy,
your capacity.
It is so soul-disappearingly painful.
Deep.
I miss.
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Night Mind
Poetry© 2020 - 2023 Written by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved. Unconsciousness rising. First Half of Collection: Haiku tales of nightly experiences. Second Half of Collection: Free-Form, No Rules poetry tales of nightly experiences. Poetry Flash Fiction/No...
