WAIT

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Don't leave without me

Running towards the white light, not to Heaven but to the future,

 

Black lungs slow me down, coughing fit while trying to keep up.

 

Isolophobic, laryngitis prevents me from screaming for you to wait

 

For me, don’t leave me to be nourished by the dust, you left behind.

 


Submitted: May 31, 2020

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hullabaloo22

This is excellent, MW. There's a frantic-ness about it that really illustrates the fear or worry about being left behind.

Sun, May 31st, 2020 7:27pm

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Oh yeah, I definitely drew my own internal fear of abandonment. Thanks for reading Hully!

Sun, May 31st, 2020 9:52pm

Christy Writes

This is such a sad write. It translates the fear of loss so well. You find yourself chasing after something that might be long gone. Great work, Nik!

Mon, June 1st, 2020 12:21pm

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Thanks for reading Christy!

Wed, June 3rd, 2020 9:48pm

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