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Each Evening

the new dawn of hope falls to the dark dusk of despair

By Nicole WesterhousePublished about a year ago 1 min read

Each evening, Emily entertains ending everything.

Edge etches epidermis

Errodes, evicerates.

Ebbing emotions.

Enough. Enough.

Each event elevated

Each endless explanation

Every evil escort

Every earful.

Everything. Everyone.

Evasions, edicts

Entropy.

Everything's empty.

Endless empty evenings.

Early, everything's evergreen.

Expected elation, ecstasy.

Early, everything endures.

Everything's excellent.

Earliness ends.

Entering evening,

Each evanescent event

Erodes. Erupts.

Ephemeral earth.

Empty emotion.

Everything. Everyone.

Each evening, Emily entertains ending everything.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Nicole Westerhouse

I'm thirty.

Damn, that hurts to type, but there it is.

Not much of note.

I suppose I should say "yet."

Makes it sound like I'm going places.

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