During Single-Digit Hours
A villanelle
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your absence gnaws at me, devours.
the woe grows worse than in the day
during single-digit hours
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alone in cold that overpowers
the warmth your lips blazed yesterday.
your absence gnaws at me, devours.
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my will has withered, soul has soured
fermenting in this airless grey
during single-digit hours.
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I only yearned for love that’s ours,
yet you refused, you didn't stay.
your absence gnaws at me, devours.
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all that’s left are wilted flowers
and fingerprints that signed your fate
during single-digit hours.
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you should not have called me coward,
your flesh quit quick, soul slipped away.
your absence gnaws at me, devours
during single-digit hours
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About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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