A voice that was music to my ears.
she sang songs when she spoke all
through the day until dusk
I never tired of her tunes.
Skin hung over bones whose
marrow had long since given
up the ghost
Forgotten how to live
her story wasn’t ended.
The sight of her was staggering
yet love saw past the dying.
Blood, diseased through
She had been broken beyond the
limits of falling
(more half-dead than)
alive on streets which held
no shame for a person dying to
drown their sorrows
just for today, if not tomorrow.
destiny is such a strange bed-mate
and won’t let us go until we’ve
fulfilled each task it sets.
Shared with Brenda W prompt at The Sunday Whirl #51 (Do please join in, it’s a lot of fun)
This is in response to the Wordle words. (I think) they tended to be a bit sad(ish) this week. Marrow, Staggering, Destiny, Story, Blood, Mate, Broken, addiction, Buried, Songs, Dusk, Sorrows.