Wandering across dewy grass,
with the taste of red wine
still burning on my tongue.
My eyes rise up to the stars,
with mistrust,
as though their light had
betrayed me.
I curse them
for ever giving me
a sense of hope.
I tear them down
from the midnight sky and
throw them to the ground.
Damping their light
in the dewy grass
beneath the sole of my shoe.
“There’s nothing left to shine for”
I tell them.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Wandering across dewy grass,
with the taste of red wine
still burning on my tongue.
My eyes rise up to the stars,
with mistrust,
as though their light had
betrayed me.
I curse them
for ever giving me
a sense of hope.
I tear them down
from the midnight sky and
throw them to the ground.
Damping their light
in the dewy grass
beneath the sole of my shoe.
“There’s nothing left to shine for”
I tell them.
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