Loss by Eden Nightingale

Loss is the scent of an unwashed shirt.  A last chance to save the scent of

STOP

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Loss tastes of blood in the back of your throat raw from the screams because 

STOP

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Loss is time gone, mind numbed in a desperate attempt to forget 

STOP

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Loss is cracked lips from lack of care because you remembered 

STOP

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Loss is nights of sugar and caffeine, endless distractions because in dreams you see 

STOP

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Loss is new marks on a body where it once was pristine because 

STOP

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Loss is deaf ears and a mind tuned to a stereo playing nothing but white noise because 

because 

BECAUSE

space

stop

About the Author

Eden Nightingale is a Kootenay local currently taking Creative writing through Selkirk. She is passionate about art and can usually be found spending time with her rescue dove while writing or painting.

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