Rigor Mortis

A cold farewell

By Abigail SpringPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Her eyes are darkened

They reflect the cold chill

Like sapphires in ice.

heartbreak sad poetry

About the Creator

Abigail Spring

YHWH first and foremost.

I have always loved coming up with stories but haven’t been the best writer. I love doing other hobbies such as playing my violin, painting birds, and adventuring with my husband. 💚

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Rigor Mortis

A cold farewell

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Abigail Spring

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