Girl In Scarlet
The memory that divines.
But affixed on a retributive cycle.
It becomes a mundane when vocalized
Like the fire which loses its essence
When cultivated through undeserving hands; 241 more words
4 days, 1 hour
Bring me vanity in a flask
Bring me cupped hands to drink from
Flowing amid the lines, which scream ‘mine’
Mine first, mine last, mine even in the grave! 153 more words
5 days, 10 hours