walking a rowdy street
tight grip on the leash
streetlight lays it bare
light pooling on my reach
panorama:
the leash, in pieces
Anna in daylight,
hands steady, calm and bright
embracing cracked margins —
called it love, her rite
but her fawn,
beneath thorny shadows drawn
the same leash condemned
its trembling spirit wan
broken—
yet a gift unspoken
street cries, in sight
echo through the night
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
walking a rowdy street
tight grip on the leash
streetlight lays it bare
light pooling on my reach
panorama:
the leash, in pieces
Anna in daylight,
hands steady, calm and bright
embracing cracked margins —
called it love, her rite
but her fawn,
beneath thorny shadows drawn
the same leash condemned
its trembling spirit wan
broken—
yet a gift unspoken
street cries, in sight
echo through the night
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