via ig @nsfwnws
walking along the wooded path
i thrush and thrash the grass away—
i see decay in every way.
i hum a sweet tune and—
think of June;
the lonesome-lazy-summer-haze.
and off there goes a leaf in the wind—
as careless as a child’s whim.
and up a-ways there’s a Clearing ahead but—
i fall, and trip, and crack my head.
i lay down and frown—
as my blood seeps and soaks the ground,
and Doomsday commences to an
End.
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Eliza Gayle
just trying this whole “writing thing” out.
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