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Cold Comfort

I drink myself dumb grief is a cold rock ice melts in a glass like stones neither my life nor your absinthe have been neat

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/25/2024 8:17:00 PM

Great imagery to demonstrate your feeling. Congrats on the contest

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/25/2024 6:12:00 AM

Very nice winner. Way to go. Congratulations on your win. Sara K

Terry Miller

Date: 7/25/2024 3:15:00 AM

This is wonderful, congratulations

Beata Agustin

Date: 7/24/2024 10:03:00 PM

Wow! Congratulations! Thanks for sharing this muse of yours... so wisdom-filled. God bless you.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 7/21/2024 2:42:00 PM

Very hard hitting Jaymee, I felt like I rolled off a leather chair smelling like tobacco just reading it - good luck for the contest x

Jaymee Thomas
Date: 7/21/2024 2:48:00 PM

Thank you for the feedback, friend. This one hurt a little, but it's true (though slant as all poetry is) so I stand by it. I got a lot out of this form - the strictness of it feels apt for hard topics.