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Remembering – Published on Sweet, a Literary Confection
-Vanya Erickson
The scream was a deep, miserable thing that flew out of my mouth, gushing into the room like rusty water bursting from a pipe. I gripped the edge of your crib and watched the graying of your skin; marveled at your beautiful lips, parted as if you were still breathing. My spirit ripped away, and suddenly, floating at the ceiling, looking down, the room filled with your silence and my screams…
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Oh, no. Oh sad, sad, sad. And so beautifully told, with the world surrounding such a perfect moment in time. “as if you were kissing the green warmth of the morning” I swoon for such beauty. Then ,cradling you like roses”. Oh narrator, you have a way with thought and feeling and the weave of words. mmmmmmm