Other
The world could end tomorrow
and here we sit writing filigree
stitching daisy loops loves me loves me not
torn lace like words to be removed
eventually, life felt melting in the silky grooves
to reveal what’s naked underneath
a last cry into the early morning hours
like a freed nightingale
the cardinals in their red capes
sit on the aloof shoulders of watching trees
come to collect for themselves
some Other’s sweet moment of release
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Dissolved Girl.
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2024
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