The fire consumed, there was no defence.
Superficial flames grew intense.
I could never stand pretence.
Lies served to cinderise.
All of the beauty
that once glittered
in your eyes?
Simply
died.
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Comments (4)
Oooh yes Kayleigh! Cinderise! What an excellent word!
You did this so well! It's always a turning point when you no longer see someone in the same light. Bittersweet, but almost a relief in the midst of a breakup ❤️
Like Dharrsheena I loved the cinderise line. Very deftly done!
Oooo, lies served to cinderise, I especially loved that! You executed this so brilliantly!