Random Unsorted Drafts / 17 January 2019

Red Lines

I see her red lines,

In the mist before me,

I hear her red shoes,

Tap, tap, tapping away,

In the sea of concrete,

I see her sink,

Deeper, and deeper

still

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.