Sorrow
Let your bones hold upon mine
as our sorrows step outside
to curl up quietly
in the corner.
After they feast on our souls
and devour our hearts,
the bloody remains shall see the light.
Again.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2022
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