Ravaged
By the rituals
of goodbye
I lie
On the fake
fur
Of my
abandoned bed
Released
From those
habitual bonds
I cry
Into the black
sheet
Of a nihilistic
night
Aroused
Under that
predatory gaze
I sigh
Beneath the
brindled gold
Of this
tigerish morning
1 comment:
So sad and powerful. Val used words like no one else
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