Poems from Ari3lc
The city trembles
under the
rumble of the trains
under the
light of one million sunrises
under the
the anticipation of one million sunfalls...
My stomach clenches as I hear your fist warp the banister,
sweaty fingers slide from the flaking painted-over rust,
feet thudding like...
I never said I wouldn't
what could a quick glance hurt
But now I wish I had said
anything
the right thing.
Reminders of you don’t hurt...
You are as stagnant as the waterfall
painting in a waiting room.
Internal turmoil redefining struggle
as an infinite cosmic loop.
They can...