falling into gentle ruins
walked in storms
she was the calm at its center
wanting to escape forlorn
chocolate placed on the table
on a hot summer's day
completely forgotten
how it's shape wouldn't stay
it has rained again
but the coffee has gone cold
the chocolate melted
forecast seemed to unfold
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
