after a thousand sunsets or more
she came back
to seize everything she owned
with a promise to write a story
dark and cold
a story that would
dull the stars and freeze the sun
all of a sudden
she had a new soul
ready to set everyone in flames
and destroy all the happy endings
her heart, full of rage
like the moon she changed
YOU ARE READING
tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed in silence
