She’s silent now
so terribly so,
hands clasped together
for an infinity or so
and slowly turning to dust
is a whisper inside wood.
Those last minutes
were creaking and cracking,
stairs and sobs and more silence.
r.l.w
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
She’s silent now
so terribly so,
hands clasped together
for an infinity or so
and slowly turning to dust
is a whisper inside wood.
Those last minutes
were creaking and cracking,
stairs and sobs and more silence.
r.l.w
never posted this anywhere before.
