Closure

Fränz Müller

 

Slender wet whispers of tender apologies

trembling, words stumbling

bloodless hands grasping, groping

for scraps of forgiveness, bits of acknowledgement

a fading chance at mere contempt.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Such vivid words paint a clear picture of weakness struggling for the smallest sign of pardon. A wonderful write and a fave

  • Tony36

    Excellent write

  • arqios

    ...and most eloquently so 🕊️🙏🏻



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