[ cold - 3: ] inferno
The skies keened a death-song and in your
mind's eye you watched me drown in my own inferno.
a/n:
for round two of "cold", by ghosties.
YOU ARE READING
Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
