She would rather light a candle than curse the darkness
Lived with those buckets of ashes
The dead thing which smells sweet
Those monochromatic photographs
But she never ceased renewing them
Cause she knew
Once we do,
We fossilize
Compiling against her will
And she’s of her own opinion still
Clicking with solitude and refusing to paradoxical sadness
With hollow nerves
And stuffed heart
Leaning together
For there’s no time to be faint hearted
And to go away is to die a little
Standing, fighting and wiping her tears off with that stained blouse
Against the
Soul crushing mouths
She got alot to see
And all because its life


9 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautifully written! 🙂

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    1. your name in notifications scared the shit outt of me.

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      1. i’m going ton be a regular reader love! i’m in awe of you ❤


  2. gretchenwing says:

    Stay strong. And keep writing.

    Liked by 1 person

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