Gone are the halcyon days of love
The evanescence of passion
A limp rose on my nightstand
Dies and withers as I
Disappear inside
Joyous no more
Fearing love
Fearing
Trust
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Lizz Chambers
Hunny is a storyteller, activist, and HR strategist whose writing explores ageism, legacy, resilience, and the truths hidden beneath everyday routines. Her work blends humor, vulnerability, and insight,
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi5 days ago in Fiction
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Love fades like a withered rose, leaving fear and distrust where once joy bloomed. 🌹💔😔
Visceral. Well done!