Aug 2023
though not a muse; a dull blue evening bruise
hollering for a midnight train in haze.
you know not the fluttering butterfly
nor the docile daisy by the small pond.
you know of tilted ships destined for wreck
of slow tears that have already been wept.
i will shatter completely if you ask.
hollering for a midnight train in haze.
you know not the fluttering butterfly
nor the docile daisy by the small pond.
you know of tilted ships destined for wreck
of slow tears that have already been wept.
i will shatter completely if you ask.
this originated as me wanting it to be a sonnet, but i didn’t know how to finish it. it’s lowkey a half sonnet since it’s seven lines lol.
8/4/23
8/4/23
