Long nights carved into my memory
With sharp tools dipped in lace
Trace a short story of tumultuous love
As short as a parting embrace
The sweetest moments soured
Like lemon juice on the tongue
Fermented in unending silence
Savage battles not lost but won
And the prize was solidarity
A little clarity
From the haze of the gun smoke
Wafting across the battlefield
Standing over the fallen body
That embodied love
But now rots
Like so many apples under a tree
In summer time
Their cores left bare for scrutiny
But that’s how it is with people sometimes
Soft skin inviting you in
Disguising the decay
Until you take a bite
About the Creator
Christina Giesbrecht
; a 25 year old, 2x cancer survivor who lives her life perpetually stuck in the ‘50s & the ‘80s. Life is beautiful and tragic and I capture both through my writing and poetry. Welcome 🌷🌿🌻
Instagram: @geezbrecht
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