Ink dissolves in promises we entertain as in hopes we cast blind like coins into a well.
Slipping into the abyss with emotions void and razor blades dull…we cry while smiling.
To chase memories instead of one another.
The dull edge of perceived truths, to the harshness of pavements embrace.
It’s there inside the echoes of terminal silence that time fuels the flame of life within our death.
As we escape into treason of an ever illusive hope, tomorrow's burden is but a false alarm.
Tonight's our desecration of sorrows entwined, forever was a promise banked upon ever shifting sands.
Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , The Rye Whiskey Review and The Dope Fiend Daily.
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