Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash
There is a lasting echo
A resounding shatter rings
As firmaments long trusted
Splinter and sway in the wind
Ghostly prints burn acid
Into this weary skin
The road beneath is littered
With things that could have been
Inside there is a writhing
The surface; cold and still
An orchestra of chaos
Plays unfamiliar; shrill
All well-laid plans are ashes
Desires lay in their graves
I cast off this careful costume
And dive beneath the waves
And without form there’s freedom
No more need for us to fight
The stars; the only markers
Our bodies; only light..
And in this form forever
We burn into the night



Comments (1)
Oh so lovely and bright~ 💕