• Marcel Wormsley

They Have Drunk…

They Have Drunk...

They have drunk from your decanter of sorrows. Bathed in your iniquity. What remains then of a tattered phantasm, A consciousness vulnerable to the mind, Yet vulgar to the eye? Loneliness is a velvet cocoon, Slowly ripped to fine shreds by the restless Light of your virtue.

Art: “The Loneliness” Anna Pronskaya

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