They say the end of the
world is beautiful. Dying embers
fall onto the dead - the apocalypse.
Ashes fall like the dead, rotting corpses
litter the grave of humanity like the steady
droplets of rain in full force.
Like ashes to ashes - dust to dust.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
