Wednesday 1 June 2016

Quarter spirit ...

That was one heavy night
When the blank space
Between us and the moon
Slowly swirled around us
Made of wholesome nothingness
And bred on fury
We saw remnants of all that we had left behind
Breaths and souls and everything else
Two half people of quarter spirits
Aghast by the thought of salvation
And the night stood still
While we carefully picked our pieces
And In a desperate attempt to join them
Made a beautiful haunted shadow
That still blooms

Where we shed out last drop.

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