• rukie_shuwa 9w

    On the dark floor i lay exposed,
    my body benumbed as if on a winter night,veins popped out thumping in sync with the heart.
    The moon a testimony to my heartbrokeness
    as i cry my orbs that were in the good old days pure as a white carnation blossom,now like ichor.
    A muted cry,
    but why does the room resonate like a keening dwelling??
    Fluster not,
    it is the rise of peace as sorrow and anguish trickle down my bubble like cheeks.

    ©rukie_shuwa