Anthology

The Enchanter

An:// This one, more so than the others, is personal. To whom it concerns, (You know if you read this) enchanter is inaccurate, I know. However, to enchant is to change the properties of, to give more power and meaning and purpose to something. In that sense, you are an enchanter as well as... you know.

she told me that sadness did not become me,
yet it dripped so easily from my tongue,
bled through my fingertips
it stained my teeth black and yellow,
coated my tongue with poison

(sickness, so wearily fought off)
my lips couldn't hold back the words dribbling out
the scene painted by my head
the world in shades of grey
bleak, colourless, foreign
and lost to hope

She reminded me that shades of gray
are a world unto their own.
And then she left
Leaving only footprints, memories, of
someone who made me smile when all I
wanted to do was
fade
away

thank you,

and perhaps,
goodbye?