ILLUMINATED
in the late summer of my life;
perpetually between thunder and rain;
fireflies and their danse macabre;
sun forever setting it
makes a canvas of the sky.
aaaaaaaa that was the last of 'em! sorry for the wait. i hope you enjoyed reading these as much as i enjoyed writing them. (probably not because posting this is more for me than anyone else.) i love you! stay safe! -dahlia
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rigor mortis
Poetry"a summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death." - sylvia plath © dreamsuckle 2021
