Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By Gabriela M

cemeteries
open tombs scream flesh and bone
yellow
multiplication of sunsets
space and time
sink in nervous equations
illusions of an unknown speed
a crow gets strangled in a myth
a morbid verse hangs on a cross
among us there are those who’ve never been
I do not know why you love me
for I am only
someone else’s dream

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