i. nigh by athene

Jul 2015

i. nigh

pillars marred by time's decay
an undulating stream of minuscule
daggers, the four suns stab
stone and skin alike
ribbing shores of merciless
compassion and the future
is impetuous

Written by

athene where he can't find me

(where he can't find me)

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