map (revisited)

Posted on by saynotoclowns Posted in Fiction, Music, PoetryTagged , , ,

Her breath pliable,

she crouched down in that corner,
(the one that didn’t fit like a glove.)

Her movements were whispers, soft

and borrowed from someone

she couldn’t remember,
(but they had told her to use them in times such as these.)

The movements abandoned her though,

as she started trembling

the music her mother used to sing to her.

 

 

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20 thoughts on “map (revisited)”

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    In mind and out says:

    Gosh Vanessa,

    “she crouched down in that corner,
(the one that didn’t fit like a glove.)”
    And she survived in the way she knew how, trembling, the song.

    I love your style of writing, so beautiful, and unexpected. Love the song 💜💜

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      saynotoclowns says:

      Hi!
      I’m so glad you like the song, I adore her music. And once again it was the song that inspired me, if I remember rightly, as it was something I wrote last year and reworked it a little.
      Thank you for your lovely comments, they mean so much to me. 💕🙏

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