Embers
By LethalEpiphany
We dream dreams
sweet raptures swathed in plumes of pink
dripping softly into the red abyss
And the screams
like lights along a hall
following no reason
nor needing to
We sleep, embers
crashing from the rooftops we've burnt
with our venomous passions
to the rooms of innocent victims
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Copyright 2020 LethalEpiphany
Published on Saturday, February 15, 2020.
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