A Poem by Anna von Österreich

Blood pools in rings of salt;
moonlit-- absent from time.
Smoke stings your eyes until
your clawing fit subsides.
What is left of you isn't
very human anymore--
you're falling into yourself.
I loved you before all this-
but this-- it doesn't feel
very you anymore.

© 2020 Anna von Österreich

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We should love -No Matter What- and then no matter what comes along and should is challenged in any of a myriad of fearful ways.
Thanks for sharing.

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Added on December 30, 2020
Last Updated on December 30, 2020