The sky rained chaos like ash
Words, cruel worlds colliding
Widening the divide, crumbling pride to dust;
The gleam of savage teeth, without mercy,
gestures, wild and desparate
spell out the end, the implosion of lust!
It ends, and begins, and ends once more
over and over and over
no peace, no victory, no solution;
the white flag, tear stained and tattered
becomes a sacred symbol, a wretched sign:
a funeral shroud for our dead love!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2025 16:02
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Comments1
I read this as words that we throw at each other conversation battles where no one wins although it could well be literal battles. A lovely write and fave
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