#357 (somber ivy)

Creeping into my back

are the whispered musings

of a madman, running amok.

Amidst my treasured memories

the dark seed is budding still.

Intwining my spine, somber ivy

leeching the light as I burn even

brighter, so maybe I need to

sink into the night, wrap it

around me like a heavy cloak,

painting my skin in hues of

grey.

 

© Matthias Geh, 1st July 2018

 

 

 

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