They walk in the night together,
Their joint hands swing between them,
A lovely battering ram,
Bathed in the light from the sky.
The dim, starry moonlight
Brighten the sharp teeth of their smiles.
Whispered words and metaphors
Cascade from their bruised, black lips.
The night listens and watches.
It sees their hearts, pumping in unison.
It sees the creeping shadows trailing behind them,
clawing at their backs, tearing them apart.
One day, when the shadows prevail,
the night will turn its dark, hooded head
and smile.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesíaI'm bad at poetry... but I love it. So enjoy my poetry and I hope you can find some meaning in it😌 Also short stories are fun :))
