Quicksilver
"Ash to ash, my soul is burnt!", I cry, this earth I yearn to leave,
Silent screams for help arise from crimson bliss beneath my sleeves,
An abyss! I see a strange man, thine eyes staring back at mine,
A reflection, long forgotten, a spectre, stolen by the hands of time.
Hey guys, this is probably my third ever anon account where I've posted on OCPoetry. I always get panicked and delete them then miss the community. I haven't written in a long time so I feel rusty but I hope you enjoy.
Posted Oct 12, 2017, 6:26 PM UTC
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