Weary light bringer
Shed a bit of Blues to me
Color sounds piercing living shells
About the Creator
Lilly Wages
University of Montana undergrad striving to write something worthwhile.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” -Wilde
Keep reading
More stories from Lilly Wages and writers in Poets and other communities.
What the Night Remembers — Uncovering secrets buried by daylight
The lamp on Marcus's nightstand has been on for three hours. It's 11:47 PM, and he hasn't moved from the bed. The envelope sits on the dresser across the room, Sarah's handwriting still crisp on the front: Read this when you're ready. Not before. She'd left it six months ago, back when leaving still felt impossible. Back when they were still negotiating the geometry of their collapse.
By Anie Liban5 days ago in Poets
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.