here, the graves
are worn away
by the rain. here,
the city is clean.
it tingles. glass
skyscrapers
and demolished
cathedrals are
ghosts, carrying
bells they only
ring in summer.
here, you let
an epitaph hover
between your
throat and lips
because the only
sacred thing
is what you still
haven’t said.
are worn away
by the rain. here,
the city is clean.
it tingles. glass
skyscrapers
and demolished
cathedrals are
ghosts, carrying
bells they only
ring in summer.
here, you let
an epitaph hover
between your
throat and lips
because the only
sacred thing
is what you still
haven’t said.
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shrink wrapped
Oct 29, 2021
this is so well written, the last lines hit so good
nina