A recognition between two broken hearts
.
We fell without hesitation
.
I dreamt in your arms
.
Embodiment of a miracle
foretold by an oracle
I follow the traces of you
in golden lines of descending stars
To wallow in that vast blue
we fall towards the same horizon
Wash over tired eyes and scars
we let the poisoned tears run
We called this a fated tryst
The starry-eyed lovers eclipsed
.
And I wake to your indentation
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Arisa
An aspiring writer who loves to daydream. <3
You'll find me reading books, studying anatomy/bodywork, and eating one too many slices of cheesecake.
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I love that. Very nice.