napowrmo April 3, 2019
she stood on the edge
of the p
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e
c
i
p
i
c
e
pebble in hand
mind
blanketed in fog
staring intently
quietude engulfing all
she lay on her belly
arm stretched o. u. t.
over the abyss
closing her eyes
tipping her ear toward the unfathomable depths
she loosened her grip
and began counting
infinity
takes forever
one number at a time
© rochellefoles 2019
NAPOWRMO day 3, pondering the depth of loss i’m feeling over my mother’s death