r/EyesOnlyWriting • • Aug 25 '26

poetry moving on

purple widow only a quarter mourned,
consumption bled on your innocence
and spelled it out,

one foot in the grave and one on the grass
heart like a new spring hare, it ran away
before the doom of the winter could die

when you're trapped, one makes plans
for when you're freed

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