marți, 18 iulie 2017

Not a game

I am raining cold,
heavy,
swirling abyss
til everyone
drowns
in sorrow
and bliss

I am failing
breaking promises
mending hearts
undoing life

The air
tastes of ashes,
bitter cherries,
salt and skin,
departures,
waves,
whispers
and death

I am sending
this ice storm
back to you
it runs like
an animal,
like a dream
come true




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