Lying in the snow

[silk notch]

When I die,
let me bleed to death in the snow,
so at least my death forms the art my living self never could.
Let the snow become my canvas,
My blood the ink,
And my final breath, a verse.
A death so poetic, even the writers would long for it.
Let the snowflakes kiss my lashes,
like a lover clinging onto them. 
Let them melt,
Slowly, trickling down like quiet tears,
for the version of me that never arrived.
Let the wind cradle my body,
wrap around me like a silk shroud of silence,
whispering something in a language
only ghosts understand.
let my fingers freeze halfway,
grasping for what was never there.
And let it all happen when I am dressed in brightest shade of white,
oozing out the emptiness around me.

[woeful thunder]

I’m at loss of words, like idk what to say, this is just so beautiful and soo much relatable, I really wanted to write something like this too.. like turning the snow to crimson. Amazing work keep it up

[stray kettle]

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[woeful thunder]

Sorry y’all don’t be mad at me but this deserves the ping..

@tribal sand @night echo @novel bane @untold grail

[night echo]

absolutely correct

goddamn

the sheer self brutality of this is our of this world amazing

[novel bane]

This is mythical poetry pull

[tribal sand]

why everyone here making so damn good poems making me cry this a absolutely amazing

[novel bane]

God what is this imagery
This is stunning
Damnnnn

[tribal sand]

ofc !!! its so good

[novel bane]

Definitely deserved a ping this is exceptional

[austere shell]

Woah-