Hey all,
This is a piece about emotional infidelity. About being paralyzed by guilt and fear, but still feeling alive in the connection you shouldn’t have in the first place.
I’m pretty new to creative writing and would love any feedback—especially around structure and rhythm. I have a hard time just making things sound nice.
Thanks in advance!
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Windward or Stall
Why do some people stay with you?
Like a leaf thats left its mark on wet cement—
each vein etched in fine relief.
Why do some people linger?
Like paint left to the weather—
only hints of color left in the grain.
Why did her message bring back my color?
Why did my vision tunnel—
learning of her divorce?
She’s lightning in the distance.
The flash you see on the horizon.
She’s a jolt of recognition.
The anticipation before a fall.
Why do I hide her from my partner?
Why do I text her all day long?
Will I look to windward,
or shield my eyes and stall?
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