The sound of your voice Lingers in my head Your words carved in stone Like a gravestone for the dead Breath caught between My lungs and throat Leaving me speechless With no sound to emote Encircling me as you fire your ammunition Not yet triumphant Until my dissolution Vex until prey exhausted Seeing the fearContinue reading “Fall from Grace”
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Poetry For Healing 