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Her Doubt

April 15, 2015
By ChloeCook SILVER, Independence, Kentucky
ChloeCook SILVER, Independence, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
If I exhaled parachutes, I may breathe from great heights.


Her tight eyes open.

Hands trembling too softly, 

woken in the night. 

 

Her lungs beg for air.

Yet, oxygen is too sweet 

for her solemn heart. 

 

Be asked food for thought, 

her mind is crumbling bread. 

No saviour is left. 

 

'His touch is like gold,' 

they say. But how can it be?

They've touched him never.

 

We've yet to see him.

Be his eyes every colour?

Will we ever know?

 

She lays. And then, looks  

outside to see but footprints

in the white of snow. 


The author's comments:

An extended haiku that I've pulled from my mind. 


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on Apr. 20 2015 at 6:10 pm
ChloeCook SILVER, Independence, Kentucky
8 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
If I exhaled parachutes, I may breathe from great heights.

Thank you very much!

on Apr. 19 2015 at 7:56 pm
imanauthor BRONZE, Rr, Connecticut
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Beautiful. The pauses give a sense of drama, a talent only possessed in few. Great work.