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Creative Writing, Prose, Writing

Falling


Grief

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I will fall

my cheeks will gray
as the sky grays a rough autumn
an evening in september

when the birds sing their song of grief
crying for the loss of countless heartbeats
that once asked to be loved;
voices that yelled upwards to the empty skies:
´Love me! for whoever I might be`
before they quieten into the soft darkness
of eternal night.

I will fall

harsh and fast
too fast, too hard!
for a human mind to recognize.
And the pitch-black ground will be the only thing
that captures that moment.

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About Magdalena Wiklund

Leg. biomedicinsk analytiker och maker. Arbetar med transfusionsmedicin till vardags, forskar på antibiotikaresistens på fritiden. Jag skapade Sveriges största site för biomedicinska analytiker därför att detta verkligen är ett fantastiskt yrke som jag hoppas att fler ska intressera sig för.

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