Short Poem – “Pull your Lips through” – Romance – 8/24/2020

Beauty is levelled,

Feeds itself a rope.

Hollowness recedes itself

Back upon the slope.

You crash into the dust you were born in,

Bleeding with severity.

Your dreams are blood-let,

Soaking the grass beneath our worn feet,

While tragedy sweep tears away

Under the ashen rug.

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