The moment she died, my beloved, all time expanded. The void, the abyss, on whose edge we all live, yawned. It yawned, and enveloped time.
Yesterday and today get caught in this void. I returned one assignment almost 24 hours early because I thought yesterday was today. I returned another much smaller assignment late today because the alarm clock whispered instead of shouting at me.
The void enveloped it. Oblivion is not always sweet.
©2019 Allison Wright
[73 words]
five stray minutes 
Oh Allison, this is pure poetry. Your words gave me goose bumps.
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Hello, after a long time, Liana! Thank you. It’s quite interesting what comes up in a timed five minutes. I normally try to avoid abstractions in writing, so I was a bit ambivalent about it.
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Really moving, Allison. And I guess the short form is something to be further explored. Says a big fan of Sei Shonagon.
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Oh, man, do I hear you. xxx
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So moved by your words Allison.
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