Words in the Void (Poem #197)

 
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Words boiling under the skin

hearts pulsing and drifting into

the sky. A light in the darkness.

A recurring thought, circles and

circles, spinning into the void.


 

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“Bertha” (Part 3): A Short Story Series

Here is the third and final part of my “Bertha” short story series. I’d love your feedback, leave a comment below!

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“Bertha” (Part 3)

Bertha is gone! Emilio rushes over to the edge of the bar. Her stool is empty and Bertha is on the floor motionless. A few other patrons stand up and look over. Someone is laughing a little bit, “Must’ve been one hell of a beer!”

Emilio runs back around the bar and calls for Peter the manager. Now that people see his reaction a few others come other quickly to see what’s going on.

Emilio is on his knees, he pulls her hair out of her face. Her eyes are open, the glass eye fixed on him. Emilio shudders.

“Call an ambulance! I think she’s had a stroke or something! I think she’s dying!”

Emilio hears Peter start to yell for everyone to get back. Peter barks orders to a server to call for an ambulance. Peter is trained in CPR and it’s not the first time Emilio sees him move the head of a patron and check for a pulse.

Time seems to slow down. It feels like forever before the EMT’s show up. But well before then, Peter has already given up on Bertha.

No pulse, no breathing, nothing. He tried CPR on her for a few minutes, then the silence spread throughout the bar.

Peter sighed, “She’s dead.”

THE END


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Poem #192 (Words Matter)

My poems are practice, everyday I try to write a few poems no matter how rough or unpolished they are. This practice helps me regularly push my mind into a creative pathway that becomes more familiar and routine. 

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I tweak the words and corner the page

ink bleeding fast as the rain falls

splatters, book spins worn out and

shredding the mind, into letters

into sentences frag-

-mented and destroyed.


 

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Poem #191 (Summertime Eyes)

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Summertime eyes glazed with heat

the hearts that beat fast, beat last.

Pulling off our skins and dancing in

the blood, the pains of our loves

the pains of our hearts trampled

on the dance floor.


 

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Poem #190 (Dice)

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Die that spins and falls

the sides, side one, side four,

six, eight? White, black, white

dot, dot, dot. Die that spins

and falls.


 

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