the pressure of the immaterial

I can almost hear

the door slam


a vacuum sucking shut

as I leave the room

of nothingness.


My bubbles once begged

to burst within it


but nothing is as nothing

does and denies all

but more of the same--


the bends were a bitch

and I'm bound to re-emerge.

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suki spangles

Fri 13th Oct 2017 00:11

Hi Rachel,

Just playing a little catch-up at the moment; haven't been able to leave feedback for a while.

A darkest-before-the-dawn vibe to this:

My bubbles once begged
to burst within it..

Then rising to the surface..


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 19th Sep 2017 07:51

Just revisiting this Rachel.

I did some diving once, not very much and I didn't like it. I felt extremely exposed down there in a place I felt I didn't belong. That wasn't a feeling I had really experienced in other environments, consequently I have never revisited that environment, maybe there is some lesson in that.

Nice one.


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Sat 16th Sep 2017 01:37

Hey Ray. I've been in preparation to embark upon a journey into unexplored territory (hopefully long-term) and I haven't been focused much on writing.

Life does get rather dull when all you seem to accomplish is another revolution on the hamster wheel--this is my way of kissin' it all off.

Good to hear from you, Ray, always..and hello there, Colin, David, and Emer--many thanks.


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Wed 13th Sep 2017 17:06

Lovely writing - full of inner tension seeking expression Rachel. The idea of coming up for air (inspiration of a kind) is compelling.


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