My Diary: Passing Through

I opened the curtains at ten to eight,‭ ‬just in time to see Diomedes throw his spear at Ares,‭ ‬I closed them again and waited for the petals to fall.‭ ‬I worked in my rabbit cage all day,‭ ‬clothed as it was in coloured silks and buzzing with the remembered voices of my past.‭ ‬I professed my love as the day sailed away.

Passing Through

Passing Through

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