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Quill & Moon
The quill dried, waiting
Thirsting for the crimson ink
To slake its hollow shaft
A reservoir for my worry
The moon wept, lingering
Hiding behind the clouds
After hanging in the night sky
A quiet listener to my story
I broke a promise, ignoring
Their offer to balm
My decaying corpse
Perishing within walls slowly
Into quietus.
Thirsting for the crimson ink
To slake its hollow shaft
A reservoir for my worry
The moon wept, lingering
Hiding behind the clouds
After hanging in the night sky
A quiet listener to my story
I broke a promise, ignoring
Their offer to balm
My decaying corpse
Perishing within walls slowly
Into quietus.
Published 6th Nov 2024
| Edited 18th Nov 2024
Author's Note
still, they never leave.
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