Withering embers
exhale smoke from their tongue The fire of agony burning
■□▪SCREAM▪□■
As I breathe
out the sound of your name
From the cavity of my lungs
The nights pass tossing and turning
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoesieA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
