Dark Poem ~ Our Moaning
Gusts breathed through my hair, gentle breeze, threw me upon the ground. Try to hold force, albeit a firm caress prevailed. Struck like stones. Hands Grew weak. Heart grew old. Grasped what once was. Hoped to maintain this stance. Knowing all is lost. All our memories… Mammaries. Our dreams. Our moaning. Made us numb. Rendered […]