To nevermore, please
At 10:45, the embers started to burn
At 10:55, the fume spreaded around the whole room
At 11:15, the last one came before it disappeared in oblivion
And around 12 a.m., the emetics came
Again, she's double crossed
For the second time, she lost
She thought she's been in the deepest
Unfortunately, the sea is a vast abyss
Then another poem was written
I guess she's been betrayed again
And another movie ended, I see
But she's still waiting for her life's finale
Instead of blood, alcohol's circulating in her body
Fuck those blood, they're imaginary
If it wasn't, then her eyes wouldn't make continuous trail
Double-fuck the patriarchy, and fuck those eyes, they looked nothing but treachery
YOU ARE READING
Elegies
PoetryOverflowing emotions will trigger your hands to write on their own and eventually you're obliviously writing poems already. Write down what you feel, until it hurts no more.
