There’s pain.
There’s anguish that lasts. There is sound that carries from this dimension to the next. No matter how many buildings tower over blood there is still pain between the time and breath. There is broken glass in the feet that carry this world. Broken by time and swallowed by rage formed from the gap made between the here and now. Through this prose is wrought phantasm. Blood bleeds. Wounds ooze black bile that was never left at the last train station.
Melting clay.
Sounds of static over piano.
Last requests of felines.
It was never the same.
– P.S.Y. Harrison
hello Jimmy,
I really enjoyed your post about unhealing…I loved how you emphasized that there is still going to be blood even if they try to cover it. I also like a lot your repetition of “Broken” it definitely captured my attention and I also how you express your feelings through the words.
my question to you is unhealing in what way like in general or after a relationship or etc?
Dear Jimmy,
I liked how you emphasized that there is still going to be blood even if they try to cover it. How that thing that they are trying to mend so badly is still going to be broken. I love your repetition of “Broken” it really captures the reader’s attention and how you express the feelings through the word.
One question I have for you is how do you interpret healing if, this is how you interpret the unhealing?