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Random Unsorted Drafts / 15 February 2020

I silence my humble voice, to listen for signs of life. Behind the humming of the refrigerator, I expect your brown peering eyes. I find nothing of the kind, only silence betwixt the shards of broken pottery. Where once was love I find only the bloodless hearts – the drying dying lives of immortal soldiers, the us & our fading silence

Prompted by an @imperial-poetry-prompts : bloodless hearts

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.