Elatedly, I throw my head back, looking expectantly to the sky.
Chaos or order, which effects this unnatural sight?
Light extinguished, overshadowed by night.
I may never see this sight again.
Presage of the apocalypse or simple astronomy?
Slivers of sunlight slowly return,
Enrapturement never fades.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
A public figure writing privately
Dark poems and fiction my specialty
Come explore the abyss with me
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven5 days ago in Fiction
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