In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.

Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.

Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.

All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.

Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.

Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.

I feel nothing and it is wonderful.


When I wake

The gentle feeling

Of being


With emptiness


I walk along the beach

A ghost

Empty space within.

Empty space without.

A shimmer.

A glamour.

A translucent outline

Moving between sand and sea.

The lightness (in all senses of the word) beguiles me

And death's icy fingers lose their grip

In the heat of this new day.

◄ Mine

The Pearl Fisher ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 21st Aug 2018 22:38

This seems a very personal genuine piece Hazel. Was that 'The Departures' impact on you? if so it's a must watch.

I appreciate the use of your ghostly morning walk between the Sand and the Sea, like the fragile line between life and death itself.

A dreamy wondering or maybe wandering?

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Brian Maryon

Tue 21st Aug 2018 21:34

Nice reference Ferris.

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Hannah Collins

Tue 21st Aug 2018 16:41

Very powerful writing.
Gripping from beginning to end.


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