fears of death #poem #poetry — Short Prose

….ah, I forgot to tell you when I meet you in my dreams
Arabella still sells bracelets in the silver markets
he asks me every time about you
I lie and promise her you’ll come next time
to buy another bracelet and some juicy limes now in the silence of long purple nights
my silver bracelets cannot hurt you anymore 
but every minute you are not with me
cuts yet another wound into my soul…

fears of death #poem #poetry — Short Prose

fragment from the poem Fears of Death

@short-prose-fiction(Gabriela M)

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