Dark nights
And damp mornings
Leave me
With pits and ripened aches
In my chest
It was at the hotel
In town square
Where I fell into his
Porcelain skin
Tempted by the
Color of lust
Only to wake
At the dawn of
The sun
And see that my own
Soul had
Turned to stone.
Hardened to my
Regrets
And sins.
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character). Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. Liyona’s prose have been published in Visual Verse, Flora Fiction, Spillwords, Free Verse Revolution, The Anthropocene Hymnal and The Beautiful Stuff Poetry Anthology.
Stunning piece, Liyona!
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Thank you!
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Most welcome, Liyona.
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