She had said the words
‘this will last forever’
so many times
she had begun to wonder
if they were a curse;
a spell of Hecate’s making,
a cauldron bubbling
of squandered feelings –
unrequited lovemaking
and lonely screams
into the wind.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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This would make a great story, I think!
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Thank you! 💛
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You are welcome!
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