

Fallen.Fallen
it is low-tide.
two angels sit in a rock-pool, scraggled above the sand-dunes &seaweed. their arms are mottled, pale against crag-y walls. beneath the brine twine fingers spindleous as spider-wings, tangling amidst silt & brackish weeds.
each face is gaunt cheeks hollowed as by carving winds, eyes sunken as pebbles overshadowed by looming brows. their hair is Medusa-wild, matted & staggered in sand-stained crowns. they c


Sotto Voce.Sotto Voce
this is not an ending.
rather, in the trailing of your fingers over mine, I taste the future one where forgetting is a crime but remembrance a sin, dipping back into memories as morbid as crows against the sunset, rays splitting redly across feathers
where I will beckon, perhaps, another mind like yours one to fascinate and entice, twining together like sun-drenched waves against a beach
we will laugh & touch and one day, I know that
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∞=[♂+♀{=♥}]+[♪+♪{=♫}]
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