Notice of absence from clarity by me
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
crimson red is the color I see, i gentle my hands as I watch it drip, creeping through the pocket of my denim. As thick as it is, can never be enough for them, try to maintain but can only feel the pain. Longing is comforting, yet yearning is the beach at night, waves flowing, no light but the seeping shine from a lantern. Not enough, so it’s my turn, have to earn it. I can’t wait to leave. The light bends as it goes out. It’s light and I end.
Heard his voice. Precise choices that cry capricious.
Clearly, it is thy that failed.
Hollowness fills its way.
Nobody can cherish it, nobody wants to defer it.
Only she who knows controls it. It is slow dripping out of the eye. Why did it wreck thy purpose? It is seen but discrete.
Thy will only remain, curiosity only certain. No peace yet, love.
He cannot see as she hears.
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Author:
riri (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Surreal this piece calls out as differentiation of he and she male and female the duality of yin and yang. Nicely done
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