The day of the wedding
I sold my soul to purity.
Mannequins in a store window
adorned in their conformity.
The death of spring
before it began
The birth of February,
and many a kiss.
Glittering, flittering
memories I missed.
What started as whispers
took off in flight
Over my head–
out of my sight
Buried deep in my soul.
I give my sorrows
to return to that place.
Black wings, a funeral.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
The day of the wedding
I sold my soul to purity.
Mannequins in a store window
adorned in their conformity.
The death of spring
before it began
The birth of February,
and many a kiss.
Glittering, flittering
memories I missed.
What started as whispers
took off in flight
Over my head–
out of my sight
Buried deep in my soul.
I give my sorrows
to return to that place.
Black wings, a funeral.
