disparate refuge
a story from a cafe in amsterdam
bitter winds blew me
through heavy doors,
a small cafe
became refuge
a shelter from ice
chilling my flesh
lashing my face
accosting my soul
.
mint tea brewed
heavy pots
to small cups
becoming hot salvation,
thawing
reviving
tulip red to lips
with delicate burning sips
.
bitter winds blew him
through heavy doors
a man without dwelling
begging refuge
shelter from ice
chilling his flesh
lashing his face
accosting his soul
.
their poisoned minds
in hot temper,
fearful
heavy hearts
infecting
tulip red to eyes,
demon flared nostrils
no longer disguised
.
brewed salvation denied
disconsolate plea spurned
he bows painfully
shamefully
desperately
seeking
human warmth.
Shunned.
.
About the Creator
Kayleigh Fraser ✨
philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫
“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”
INSTAGRAM - kayzfraser
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.