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Over the wall
It was you
who called me home,
the thread,
a quiet tug,
a knocking on the wall of it,
a single nail scratched down the fortress,
it was you who called to Nyx,
to Lilith through the divide
and so I clambered over quietly
to once more see the light.
who called me home,
the thread,
a quiet tug,
a knocking on the wall of it,
a single nail scratched down the fortress,
it was you who called to Nyx,
to Lilith through the divide
and so I clambered over quietly
to once more see the light.
Published 25th Sep 2023
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25th Sep 2023 11:52pm
26th Sep 2023 1:17am
I loved how the the title ties into the poem.
The idea of being called home with a tug
of a thread and the knocking of the wall from the other side.
I've read this around 4 times! LOL
Great piece.
The idea of being called home with a tug
of a thread and the knocking of the wall from the other side.
I've read this around 4 times! LOL
Great piece.
