The elegance of your prophecy dissipated in that evenings sun. We became smothered, indulging in each others decadence and ignoring the short falls.
Waiting. Waiting for a move to be made. I feel the burn in my chest cavity as I become lifted up, before the court. Tentatively I grasp at my familiarities, as your smoldering judgement lays down next to me and begins to terrorise my soul. Held under, your tears penetrate my dreams, breathtaking as it is, leaves me screaming silently.
-For Violet
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