Amidst the tragedy of it all, the snow fell over our darkest sins, in haunting words I confess to my psychiatrist. I was as pure as the winter snow, beautiful and cold, a masterpiece he desired but now I am merely a ghost. Trapped beneath the floorboards that bellow and breathe, behind locked doors listening to demons he talks to in his sleep.
© October, 2020 Kathlene
" You gave me no other choice but to be strong."
-H.Asteid
Our love was softly subdued, in shades of autumn amber hues. With leaves crunching beneath our feet, it was his love that began to destroy me.
Reciting our beautiful vows before the lord, we danced on a windless October night, to a haunted symphony of melodious chords.
Lost in the darkness of his hollow eyes, the exquisite mask he’d designed slowly fell, into decaying autumn leaves on the ground, and his love withered without ever making a sound.
© September, 2020 Kathlene
" And If I could only keep from death, I would."
-H.Asteid