I can see why there is silence and then applause. It is poetic the way she decided to leave this earth the moment she arrived, but still, that is something. I like sending it to the senator, showing what happens to people with budget cuts to needed medications and research for a cure.

I read this late last night and had to log off before I commented.
This is intense. For as dark as it is it has a lot of intimacy.
Through you the audience got to know her and in turn care about her.
Bravo!👏

A bit macabre, here. Quite appropriate for this time of year. Poe might be jealous. Very good writing, I’d say.

You summed up life very neatly in this piece.
🙏

Thanks Peter.

Oh man it burst into flames. Walked three feet then it was over. Life is short

You never know when it’s your time.

“Blackbird (can’t) Fly” 🎵🎵

“Into the light of the dark black night”
black and blue – a wonderful color combo

A whole story told in such a short space. Very thought provoking.

Poetic oxygen is hanging by a fingernail in our world. But! There is hope. Well done, Willow.

Thought on this one Lady, maybe to much. We think it would had hit even harder if posted closer to Halloween

Extraordinarily compelling ink ma’am .. I was hooked from the off and enjoyed the ride write to the very opposite end and no kidding .. Write on my fine literary friend .. Neville

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend with precise imagery and wordplay. Felt this one! Appreciate you.

Damian

The way you combined nature and human in this piece is breathtaking. We should not be used as collateral damage for the error of polluting the air. That is one way I took this piece.
Then the ones that are cast aside unnoticed.. That is sad, but I believe that there is someone noticing them. They may not know what to do to bring more light in their black hole.
Just thoughts I got from your piece.

the same as for all of us – some care
thank you Willow

Wow. This is a cigarette and a shot write. It is almost bitter, almost defeatist. Yet it also feels like you’re scoffing at the processes too. You need a seashell necklace while writing like this. Reminding you of what’s salty out there.

Willow…you had me from the first line and held me there until the last.
Message delivered and your mission accomplished.
The universe never pauses.Everything rises and ceases,nothing permanent….thank God.Imagine a permanent Trump.

This is dark with a lot of reality in it too. You nailed it with your silent hammers.
What ever the subject matter your writing is it’s articulate and thought provoking.

Brilliant use of languge and great imagery.

damn…incredible write.

The world is all too willing to leave the hurt ones behind. Great ink friend.

We see each other. We hear each other. We fall together. We rise together. Thank you for seeing, Volupta