Obsidian blade of the self-taught poet.
"Sun is a null art.
Sad, I glare.
We fall apart
as a wise mirror,
—relative vital error,
rimes.
I was a trap;
All: a fewer, algid,
astral lunas in us."
--@MerlinaAcevedo
bardic grimoary & notions
No comments:
Post a Comment