Aimee Pruitt Poems

Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.
Falling eternal, a scream trapped deep within,
extending and reaching for a hand hold of any kind.
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Emotions spinning and spiraling from love to hate and back.
Everything seems black and white, no gray, no prism of color.
A word, a glance, an attitude thrown in the wrong direction.
Secret remorse and the smallest measure of guilt.
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Hidden in the sigh of the wind
a low keening cry reverberates
off the craggy hilltops.
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A quickening deep in my soul.
A quiet pulsation that will forever throb.
A heartbeat that thunders like a drum roll.
A single word that has a timeless meaning.
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