Sep 2020
The little widow’s weeping
Stopped my heart from beating.
The hourglass branded up on its spine,
Signaling the end of my time.
A teardrop stains my arm,
But that’s just the venom in my souls.
Stopped my heart from beating.
The hourglass branded up on its spine,
Signaling the end of my time.
A teardrop stains my arm,
But that’s just the venom in my souls.
