the stars would bleed
when i brought you ‘round
to lay with me
under
but they kept their eyes open.
the moon would cry
when i threaded my fingers
into your web of words
in and through
but she lit the sky on fire.
the owls wailed and the trees rustled
and the night held me
as i held you.
but we never saw
the light of day
because the sun refused
to shine
on our tangled bodies
that burned.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Stunning! I love the tone of this and the style. Especially, "the owls wailed and the trees rustled". What a scene!
This was incredibly good
So wonderful
Amazing lines crafted together.
Absolutely beautiful
Oh wow! This is profoundly written and beautiful!
Absolutely loved this