The Haunting of a Past Presence
A short poem
By Bixi HernandezPublished about 20 hours ago • 1 min read
(AI generated art)
The color of your voice is splattered all over my walls
And the aroma of musk and sandalwood still lingers
Even my wood floors whisper in creaks that you've been here before
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Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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Oooo, colour of the voice splattered on the wall, that first line is soooo brilliant! Loved your poem so much!