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Lunch Returns

Surly ambiguities interrupt lunch
A brutish gust
Thumps the back door shut
Window shutters stutter an eerie rattle
Goosebumps rumble
Familiar hands blind blinking eyes
Whispers re-arrive
Hands sweat
A noose restricts
Nabs last breath
But
I will not fear death’s trace
Slips though blue(ish) lips
Again
Another day escapes
Lunch returns
Amen

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15 thoughts on “Lunch Returns

  1. ha….great rhythm to this…love the sounds in it and of it as well…and its best not to let deaths shadow linger in life…it will def spoil the lunch…smiles. the whispers re-arriving, cool bit that…

  2. I just came from Gretchen’s blog with synapses aware of panic and anxiety. I arrived here in time for lunch also serving that atmosphere. Vivid, well written.

  3. I could imagine the constriction of the breath with the fear, and how anxiety can spoil an appetite. Best thing to do is to try and eat a bit of lunch (as the act of eating switches the nervous system response back to normal!)

  4. the in line carry of these lines

    “Window shutters stutter an eerie rattle
    Goosebumps rumble
    Familiar hands blind blinking eyes”

    is magnificent to read aloud. I am glad to have read this piece. In many days I once feared and worried of death, now I die everyday and it quite easy actually ❤ – send my peace and love always

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