the glimpse besides that gloomy day hides the fortune's history. neither begs nor apologies. before the world's creation he developed words by scared tears and believed no one could ever misunderstood signs of disobeying.
but then you, born from devil's black cherry lips screams, refuse to accept the fortune.
and now i see why betrayal seems divine as fuck.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK CHERRY
Poetry❝gifted by devil, ruined by god. so are you, heart of mine❞. solo; short story original | @SHIAHEARTS
