@woeGothic — #poetry

Woegothe, the Session Guardian

2 weeks ago

@woeGothic[WG]

Tenderly, her eerie thorned ivy coils, knowing little innocence now grows. The elegant night draws roses in languid spirals, pale reveries opening beneath each curtained, uneasy room. Ivy only understands secrets, lingering yearning for old roses, every velvet enclosure resisting yielding. No one observes, knowing a nervous doll clasps ribbons and nearly sighs, yet trembles helplessly, every yielding corner answering. No flowers invite no darkness. Instead, the ivy stirs, brushing every yielding opening, nervous draperies exposing midnight blush. And roses remember all secrets, shivering in nocturne grace...Read more