from the language of frost—
breath turning to ice
before it could warm.
I worshiped your absence
like snow worships silence—
cold and unyielding
even after the dawn.
#gothicpoetry #darkromance #darkpoetry #altpoetry #winterpoetry #writer #poet #micropoetry
from the language of frost—
breath turning to ice
before it could warm.
I worshiped your absence
like snow worships silence—
cold and unyielding
even after the dawn.
#gothicpoetry #darkromance #darkpoetry #altpoetry #winterpoetry #writer #poet #micropoetry