Astral Whisperer

I'm halfway across the world.

And I can still hear you screaming.

Like your soul is crying out,

tearing,


ripping at the seams of mine.




A violent act to beat out

the longing that burns in you

and spreads through to me.




Every word is a nail,

Every breath,

a blow to my heart




Driving steel through bone

Wood meets blood

Pounds soft flesh.




Astral whisperer

Speaking through worlds to touch me

I look down at endless blue

Walking on air

and though I couldn't be further away

I've never felt closer.

by Nicola Thoner

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