nov 8 | sunday

~ Nuciferas

fall into the rivers and drown
awake in a void that sings
“life is grand, it continues on”
sleeping in the midst of births
fingers aren’t hands, hands don’t reach
sleeping in the mists and fog of repose
“life is grand, it continues on”
you awake and scream, simmers to a cry
someone holds you gently
falling slowly, slowly forgetting the drowning

Published by Nuciferas

I write poetry and short stories.