Attic cold, secrets hidden away
among years of unattended
memories, now addiction controls
each thought..

Woven silk, blue, comforting,
stranger lurking, vacuumed lies
penetrating through time and
space, grasping, understanding..

Linen white, stained red with
loss, whispering thoughts,
live silently, moving invisible
without vision, without touch
quietly, threads appear
golden..

Warm attire cooling beads,
among naked valley's stripped
awareness walks through black
illusions made from uncertainty..


By Derena
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