Darkness comes taking what I no longer need
becoming silent. I am a shadow of the forgotten
fading into verses. Dripping my vanity with
a quiet surrender of my soul. Losing the edge
of my jaw. No longer reflecting…melting,
into indigo a whisper yawning. Echoing
my name, dissolving in the breath
of winter’s song snowing, on a pillow,
from the quill’s well.
Rated for Teens(13+)
Edge of My Jaw
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Powerfully penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian