Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash
Since you have left,
I’ve been stricken by the harrowing realization that,
Love, like fire, cannot grow when suffocated,
Enclosed in a chamber, it is snuffed out,
Never to emerge as something beautiful, rather,
Crass, and crooked, having not seen sunlight in an,
Eternity. So how could it possibly grow when drowned in salty raindrops?
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
Water is Life ✊
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