A nightly breeze wrapped itself around my scarf as my fingers loosely held by your gloves struggled to snuggle deeper into the large empty tips. I looked upon your face but recognized it not;
Self medicating on misery was an art I practised religiously.I burdened my mind with untold truths and refined lies whilst laying with my new found dieties.
I am but stone and relic, an emblem of life A portrait of a forlorn woman perched on the verge of a cliff Marbling in the sunshine, Silently posing for time