Mem’ries spiral outward, each drenched in love and pain,
Hope running through one and all as a strong vein,
Each interconnected by spiderwebs fine
Dipped in vinegar-honey and soaked in wine.
Month: October 2024
does not belong
A soldier’s dying breath, iced by the crisp evening air
Caught in a flask of fresh blown glass
Hid deep in the dragon’s lair