Again
A cinquain chain
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1 min readMar 8, 2017
it came
out of nowhere
a dying need to be
that flared for a second before
fading
fading
exhaustion drips
from souls: wearied, pushing
for some semblance of normalcy
retained
retained
like the feel of
memory words dripping
venomous tears, passionate pain,
some form.
some form
of love and art
disguised as a price for
consolations of the soul, burnt,
burning
burning
bright lights that flared
for a second before
the eclipse that ended it to
begin.