Freefalling

By MrsB

Sun, 08 Nov 2009
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3 comments
 

Trampled. Crushed. Running
Faster, I turned. Limbs
Beating the ground. Beating
Faster. I ran, no
Space to move. Moving too
Fast. No room to breathe.
Breathing too fast. Stumbling.
Falling. Freefalling

Suspended in light, silent, numb.
A calm absence that cradled me,
Bearing me up as I floated
Disinclined to movement.

The moment passed, leaving
Your words. Your
Leaving words
Freefalling.

Certificate U
First Cut
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by MrsB on
Maybe a little naive and clumsy? That's probably how I was when I wrote this.

MrsB

Submitted by Nolan on
The narrative is incredibly descriptive in terms of both sound and rhythm. Good work & well done & Nolan
 

Submitted by MrsB on
Thank you Nolan. I wrote this a long time ago, but remember how intensely I felt. I'm glad you liked it. Mrs B

MrsB