Poetry · Writing

crisp lightning bolt

breathing in

smoke out

you caught all of it

it’s not regret fleeing the scene

just a chance

leaving a piece of me

gretel will find me

tired of losin’ my brothers

grimm night

a laugh : a smite

only pieces on a board

till they all get bored

struck the final chord

will meet the lord

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