Affair
my fingers whimper at the thought
of tracing your name. the damage
is done, as the unwinding begins.
thoughts bleed into spirals as whimpers
seep into bones that become
meddled with sourly regret.
"oh, the hopelessness of it all"
the unholy weep.
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Poetrywhereby i capture the blissful serenity of the mundane in verses. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2018 by Kate H.
