Give Me December

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


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Submitted: September 05, 2018

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Give Me December By Lindsey A. Bryant
Welcome, December.
"You're a goddess." he says to me, wide eyed.
"If I was immortal, I wouldn't be in so much pain all the time."
"What if the mark of immortality is hurting beyond comprehension for the downfall of all things created?"
"You're right then. I probably am a goddess."
I revolve.
Unrequited Around love,
I've given too much away. Then. It. Came back to me.
All at once.
Slow like honey, His hands are caressing the decade long mourning shrouds, "Ring them out."
Drip. Drip-ping.
Down. Tile floor,
Through the drain,
Back to the sea strung evolutions of me.
180 fashion, Leg slit up the side of the slip,
"Black things folded in half"
Suspended,
Suspender,
Me.
Incarnate and Musing...
"You're a work of art."
He's molding me.
One of life's greatest artists.
Read the headline... "Excels at the art of living."
Beloved.
Song of Songs 5: 10 " My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand."
“In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.” -Pablo Neruda


© Copyright 2018 Lindsey A. Bryant. All rights reserved.

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