Librettos of Lily

17 May 2024 09:30

We shared a glass of our tears, in the swrill of the heavy crimson wine it echoed back my misery and your distress. I told you of the bullets and cuts that I still wince from. I told you about my remains laying lonely with blood-thirsty assassins. You chunked another bottle, breaking the glass.

We shared the depth of darkness, the limits of sins branded on the night sky as it's thoughts reflected in the hollow edges of this dainty corridor. I told you of the void on my bed, the bad memories that hang on to my chambers.

        ~it was just a wine, you were just my notebook