You were a white princess, a vision in satin,
Sweet champagne exploding on your tongue. How soon after
the winds started to change, their banshee howls
Ushering the scent of decay into your days.
How soon after love’s caresses started to leave bruises.
About the Creator
K.D. Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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