PREFACE

❝ that night, our tables turned
and it all took me by surprise,
suddenly,
you were no more
than just a stranger in my eyes. ❞

in which a dead poet bleeds on the pages laid at her front, crumpled and empty. and paints them red with her love for words, their imperfections, their sorcery.

© staerryblues 2021

published: november 10th, 2020.
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