The Solitude of the Hours (Where Dust Swirled At Her Feet) by Korliss Sewer at Spillwords.com

The Solitude of the Hours (Where Dust Swirled At Her Feet)

The Solitude of the Hours

(Where Dust Swirled At Her Feet)

written by: Korliss Sewer

 

You have signed my death warrant in crimson.  I awake with hands fisted

waiting

for grace that is always out of reach.  Some of us were not meant to bleed.

Korliss Sewer

Korliss Sewer

I'm a poet from the Pacific Northwest who sees the world through rose-colored bifocals.
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