Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Lingering Mementos
A whiff of enticing, nutty, and classic rosewood infused with a hint of amber musky nuances wafted through my nose as I clutch the black duvet to my chest. How long has it been──the interrogative I invariably posed each time I sit close to the tufted headboard where we usually lounge. The blithesome days we had drifted away like greased lightning. And when you uttered the words that shattered me into intangible pieces was seemingly only yesterday. But, the remnants of you still lingers somewhere here──in the enclosed space.
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
