Depleted

If I feel depleted
Why should I breathe a name
That carves chunks of my heart
At night
And pending mornings
Sticks them
With meager liquid
That flows
In the deep
Of the dark
side of your
Quivering moon…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art – Midsummer Night near Vejle Fjord by Harald Slott-Møller.

About Iulia Halatz

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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