the day in which the sun dies #short prose #flash fiction #poetry prose

I lost my name. Yet what sense is it in looking for it? You knew I would do it. You knew I would come back to you: my feet burned, my eyes full of sand, my heart crushed like an empty can of coke, my hands voided like those of King Lear.

It was as easy as you said. One day the celebration of the tree of light would be over, and nobody would dress in black at funerals.

This is that day.

The day in which the sun – eyes bloodshot, rays pale like distant memories – dies in the rose and violet of the sea.


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62 thoughts on “the day in which the sun dies #short prose #flash fiction #poetry prose

    1. Thank you so much, my dear. May you have a beautiful rest of the day ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’•

    1. Thank you so much, sweetheart. Your words are a breath of fresh air for me today โค๏ธ๐ŸŒธโค๏ธ๐ŸŒธ

  1. The despair drenched in this is immense, breathtaking, the inevitability of the heart going back to what it tried to escape, crushed like a can of coke. Everything, even a name, the very anchors of what was right and certain, defining of self, gone.

    โ€œThis is that dayโ€

    Magnificent G. I am not able to read something of yours and not โ€œfeelโ€ it from deep within. You have that something special my friend.

    Happy Sunday, wishing you a little rest and relaxation. Somehow I think thatโ€™s difficult for you.

    1. Ay.. my beautiful R. Thank you for your kind words. Did you say magnificent? I think I just wrote that on your post a few minutes ago.

      “I am not able to read something of yours and not โ€œfeelโ€ it from deep within.” Oh, that really humbles me. But you know what? I feel your writings too. Well, it’s a difficult Sunday. But I’ll make it.
      Thank you once again sweetheart for reading and for the kind praise.

      1. I said magnificent, and I really should have caps locked and bolded it for emphasis.

        Iโ€™m sorry itโ€™s a difficult Sunday, i wish there was something I could do to help. Sundayโ€™s have a certain aura about them that magnifies anything difficult I think.
        Hugs that sail across an ocean G

      2. You already did s lot. Thank you sweetheart

      1. I am grateful for your compliments and I look forward to your next post.
        Have a gear rest of the day/ evening.

    1. Thank you so much for the praise. Indeed sometimes it gets dark.

      But the sun shines today ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Poetry at its best and magnificently beautiful.

    The title of your poem and the rest of your incredible words reminded me of this song
    by: Nine Inch Nails – The Day The World Went Away

    Here’s the video and lyrics to it. Enjoy.

    “I’d listen to the words he’d say
    But in his voice I heard decay
    The plastic face forced to portray
    All the insides left cold and gray
    There is a place that still remains
    It eats the fear it eats the pain
    The sweetest price he’ll have to pay
    The day the whole world went away
    Na na nah
    Na na na, nah
    Na na nah
    Na na na , nah”

    Lyrics by: Trent Reznor – NIN

    1. Aw.. Charlie. Thank you so much. I am thrulled you enjoyed it my friend.
      Have a fabulous afternoon.


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