The void beckoned but I refused her embrace – weathering storms as frequencies collide and disperse raining curses on the broken whose only crime was – their lust – for the ethereal. Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
Tag: poem for the spirit
“… things be …”
“… from the worn paths …”
“… naviete convincing us …”
“… no rehearsals …”
“… that held them aloft …”
“… that this place …”
