let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
like tears*
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time*
Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019
like tears on the window
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when you open the window, looking at you through the eyes of the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
on the edge of the flesh*
We would promise
the impossible and
winter would melt
in the colours of
ether
the softness of
the air
on the edge of the flesh
*posted for the first time in July 2018
fait accompli
we would be extremely cautious, in the face of fait accompli, let’s be honest and say nothing grave or true. Clenching our teeth would be totally fine.