In a darkened room, with only the sound of our breath. Silence cloying and drowning us, hearts beating out of our chests.
Our hands started to move ever so slowly, creeping towards each other. Skirting across the sofa, apprehensive and scared.
Shivering with anticipation our smallest fingers touched. Gently moving over and under, daring to get closer.
Carefully your hand covers mine, our fingers interlocking. Two children afraid of the dark, desperately clinging to each other.
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Dear readers, this book is done I think. There are over 30 parts to it and I feel that it's sufficient to a poetry/rambles book.
So this is the last update, I hope you enjoyed all that you read here. I am planning on starting another book of rambles soon. I've started already with the working title Poems and this poem is also included in that book.
Thank you all for being wonderful.
- M. Alice
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
RandomIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
