Dec 5, 2021
Went back and Did an audio for a poem I wrote a little while ago, Thought this one was nice, thank you for listening I died on your spear, wooden and bone-tipped, you died to my poison spent in a wood dart, I had my hand in your hair desperately pulling you away from me; and yet, they called us lovers in a future world, dead in an embrace, all the wood of your spear and my dart worn away by time, leaving just you and I in a sturdy lock, looking through your eyes like a lover. Maybe it was even true, because when you died under me your eyes lost all their rage, and as I bled out over and onto you, well my eyes softened just as well as yours. Hate and Love as siblings in our hearts. Maybe they were right.