"Tell me pretty things,” she says
Over the piercing shrills of terror
Towering over flesh
A force of dust and darkness
Lay softly on her shoulders
Intimate with the lack of future
Today is the end
Yield all hope
"We shall carry on in spirit," as yin and yang collide
Immersed in darkness
Time moves slow as the sun gets swallowed --
Hole – bury me instead
“I didn’t think we’d make it this far anyway, my love”
No eclipse can keep us apart.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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