Envy

The deception of clouds, above all else. Midnight storms of broken glass leave scarred crimson horizons. They drip endlessly into hurricanes of salt and lust that twist and turn violently away into the darkness.

An illuminating echo of memories hides in the shadows leaking through the wind like secrets.

Nothing but ashes will fall in the recall of your presence.

Advertisements

About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
This entry was posted in Creative Writing, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s