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.

About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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