Soaked In Glory

satishverma

The plunging line was― 
going deeper, cutting close to 
the bone. I was preparing 
myself to be martyred 
alive. 

Prod me viciously, my 
love, I want to die in your arms before 
the dawn. It should be 
too good to be true 
for you. 

Waterbirds. They are ready 
to take a flight. Petal 
by petal, sun will send you 
the message. I am going to fade away 
in moonlight. 

Water hyacinth had the death secret. 
Knife me gently. I will 
meet my Apollo in dark.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2018 19:23
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 25
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  • Laura🌻

    Beyond the dark is the light!



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