Here we go again.

There he is. Like a scene from a movie - there he is. Their eyes connect and the time lapse seems to fade, along with the bitterness that had temporarily replaced the captivation she had felt for him. Through out the night she maintained distance, although every once in a while, she'd catch him staring. Exhaling out the past and inhaling the presence, all she could think was... Here we go again.

Cemetery Dawns

Oh cemetery dawns, like crashing lushes

Fluttering lungs and crimson tides

Deadening air to the rising dew

Of seeping crevices through numbing mutters

Sloth and Slew

With fallacies forsaken

Ejecting dancing discos to the glacial tombs

Photo Credit Nigma Astralis "para umbra"

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