Wednesday 29 April 2020

Ruthless Ripples - A Poem

He sensed
twilight time
slipping away, years of believing undulating untruths masquerading as love.
Her frondescence
in his arms...
ruthless ripples,
mere midnight
wasting away,
as time rattled
like bones
in the hourglass.

Images: deviantart & pinterest

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