Weightless Where It Hurts

a paper bird falls beside my hand — too cold to hold or mourn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Dietrich Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 3:49 PM
So unique!
trude from the ruins Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Andrea, thank you so much. I wasn't sure if that little image would land with anyone, so hearing you call it unique really touched me. It means a lot that it reached you in some way.
Gauthier Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 12:16 PM
sweet ~
trude from the ruins Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 6:54 PM
Thank you, Line. That one word really made me smile. Sometimes I wonder if anyone will feel the soft ache I felt while writing it—so hearing “sweet” just makes it feel seen in a quiet, kind way.
Woods Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Wow...I really love this one! It gave me a chill up my spine! A Winner in my book! Xo
trude from the ruins Avatar
June 16, 2025 at 11:04 AM
That means more than I can say — thank you so much. I'm deeply moved that it gave you a chill; I felt every word while writing it. Your kindness truly warmed me today. Grateful for readers like you. Xo
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