The New Way

by Hellon   Mar 31, 2020


It's dark as I lie here...

The rest of the house still nestled in sleep.
My room is nearest the kitchen

and...

normally I like that,
the smells of bacon frying, freshly baked bread cooling
are the joys I awaken to

but now...

I hear the empty pots quarreling,
as utensils become restless in the drawer
and the fridge shudders in its emptiness.

Today I will not ask...

Mama, what's for breakfast?

@Hellon 31st March 2020

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  • 1 month ago

    by nourayasmine

    Very touching.

  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Your voice in this is so surreal, heartbreaking and those last two lines bring even more depth in their emotion. <3

  • 1 month ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Very touching, speaks volumes to me at the moment. The new way is just so hard I've been there too! Your description is so accurate and detailed, it makes it just more and more emotional. </3 That closing line just broke my heart.

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The idea of the pots quarreling and the fridge shuddering really is excellent. Those three lines generally are really very moving in these strange and surreal times. Nominated.

    I hope all's well your end, Hellon

  • 1 month ago

    by BOB GALLO

    If you were a story teller you would be the kind that let the details give the conclusion, not description. Hemingway was like this.

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