tonight i read about death
and all its parts
yanking away at each other
while unfinished yawns
from unsuspecting voice boxes
peaceably moan.
i did not mourn your passing
as flowers leave gardens, no —
no, i held you,
even as fates did protest;
when you left,
i bathed in your scent.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoéziaIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
