Bittersweet

[Friday]

shallow hands
hold sour serendipity
in crucified palms

cancerous grins sink
into the flat-lined life
while she waits,

praying on moments
of yesterday

(clawing at false truths
she flinches at fabrication
and knowing names
call her liar)



the dawn disintegrated
and she drowned.










(inspired by this song and this lovely lady)

[thrall]

thank you.....very interesting