moonlight.

by ty

you once said you were

 

lost –

your wings battered,

soaked with crimson tears,

salty aftertastes along with the coldness;

the open windows,

the darkness of light.

 

distant?

beneath the sunlight,

amongst the crowds of ignorant souls,

sole company of a candlelight and

a silent windchime.

 

tired perhaps,

you closed your weary eyes,

eyelids dried with velvet snowflakes,

lips pale as night.

 

leaving,

shivering back against the once bright

light – cabochon rubies falling to the ground.

 

alright;

sunflowers in the dissenting fields.

 

gone.

 

AN: meh. written while listening to moonlight (chi ver) / exo

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