Semiotics

Photo by Cory Bouthillette on Unsplash

These fingers point at letters

Those letters point at words

And then the disturbance -

Occurs.

……..

My love she was a vixen

And howled in the night

Those feelings they just left me -

Despite

………..

The mourning which continues

Throughout decades, in a line,

My lover she engages me -

In time.

………..

These swirling skies of fortune,

The lakes’ grey and white despair,

These suicides at sunset -

Ethereal and rare.

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John Edward Marks (JEM)

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Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is as it is uneven!

inkMend

inkMend

inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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