Dark curtains parted just enough to let light in just enough to welcome home those long lost shadows lonely and restless as my own ©Debbie Berk
Time of Death
slipping into the slow rot of a cadaver’s skin laid out on a cold gurney I am dreaming of lost and forgotten journeys trapped in the morgue of my own thoughts traveling between worlds back and forth to and from the nowhere nothingness of places where the nothingness never ends unable to wake though…
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Family Tree
“dark, broken and bent and resting against a rusty barbed wire fence it looms hauntingly; every branch sharp as a blade and every dead and dying leaf bears a blood stain” I re-trace the steps of my ancestors past down the rabbit hole and back from the brutal and bloody battles fought and lost within…
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I embrace the darkness
(always leaning a little
into the night)
as I do the light
living in between the
vibrant colors of life
and the black and white
knowing that even
the brightest colors
in time turn, fade
into a deeper, darker
shade of gray… 
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