Tempest

LonesomeWanderer
Jul 19 · 1 min read

tempest

go back home today, keep your deluge
and your heavy breaths and your dark greyness
and your silence to yourself
and don’t come in her room
let the trembling wick burn weakly
by her windowpane
amid her expectant solitude
she waits
let her wait
for the tired and trembling wick to die a swift death
by a quick waft of breath
from her lover.

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