kalopsia | ✓

brontide

diez

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the candy-coated knife cuts
through the branches of her heart 
the wounded angel wings weep :
but she is still holding her sword,
straight with bleeding palms.

the soft rumble in the smoky sky
threatens of the influx of tragedy,
but they don't know ─
she is one-army strong.

the lightening strikes the pine trees
in her backyard,
she stands by the glass panels
and draws the chiffon curtains close ─
it is almost time for war.

── death of viridity.

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a/n : written while i was sitting in the backyard and ironically, it was
a sunny day. :)