✍️ Arts/Lit Touch.

[6rashaperr]

After it

You flicked a switch,
I opened a window.

You cranked up the radio, a song
About loneliness was playing.
I liked it,

So I stayed, silent in the hall,
Listening to the thought
Of walking out–

A busy road,
Never to return.

I dreamt so vividly, those first
Few nights,

Aftermath clings
Like the stench
Of *********s to your skin.

The end of a horror story–
You can turn the lights
On

But there is still
Blood.

–poeticallyordinary

 

[PHC-Rhasta]

may part na naputol TS, pero binasa ko, parang ang lalim ng meaning, thanks dito

 

[6rashaperr]

medyo bitin. salamat!