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That night
That night
that final night
Your eyes as dark
as some South
American death
squad trampling
through the shadows
of a jungle
animal
sounds
(the parade of fear
moves forward)
You leave like an
angel falling through
the clouds of heaven
I am alone with
swordfish thoughts
and knives in my
tears
Published 16th Mar 2023
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16th Mar 2023 1:46am
Well ain't this the night of knives!
The death squad part is super clever! That's some killer stare! There's also an unmentioned but easily seen sense of suspense in that part.
Swordfish- swimming in your eyes. Thus the sharpness of knives in your tears.
Awesome write BuddhaKitty!
The death squad part is super clever! That's some killer stare! There's also an unmentioned but easily seen sense of suspense in that part.
Swordfish- swimming in your eyes. Thus the sharpness of knives in your tears.
Awesome write BuddhaKitty!
16th Mar 2023 2:03am
16th Mar 2023 3:37am
Dear BK,
Desolate. I’m sad but that’s the beauty of a great write is the emotions it evokes. H🌷
Desolate. I’m sad but that’s the beauty of a great write is the emotions it evokes. H🌷
16th Mar 2023 4:23am
19th Mar 2023 10:53pm
"and knives in my tears" paints and feels the hurt honestly without any filters.
Great ink.
Great ink.
20th Mar 2023 1:29am
