Marlowe
@shewaxedpoetic
She is flesh and bone and poetry.
autumn moonlight— a lone crow drifts from the pine, ah, fleeting silence
fireflies drift slow river whispers to the moon— summer’s shadow deepens
old pond silence a frog leaps into stillness ripples fade to sky
Memory curls like smoke, unwinding ribbons through forgotten doorways— my childhood hides in quiet drawers, ghosting fingertips that trace where shadows of laughter once played, softly erased.
I am a flicker— a moth circling the last light in an empty house. Walls whisper names I never knew. Outside, the wind unravels what’s left of the moon.
moonlight fractures on the skin of a quiet lake, a single ripple holds the memory of falling stars, and I— a shadow stitched to silence— wait for your voice to unmake the dark.
The moon hung like a forgotten prayer above the highway, whispering to the restless.
the wind folds into itself— a silence between stone and shadow lingers, like a name forgotten mid-breath, like water trembling on the lip of an unseen well
a single crow bends the horizon’s breath— i follow its shadow over cracked earth, where silence pools like forgotten rain— in my hands only dust, and the faint hum of something still alive.
spring rain softens earth petals drift on quiet ponds fall—between seasons i lose what was becoming and find what must remain
I dreamed of silence woven in ash-gray threads, a birdless sky trembling above the bones of yesterday. Your name fell like rain into the hollow of my hands, and I drank it, saltless, like forgetting.
moonlight fades slow across the silent river dreams—ah, dreams dissolve into the same pale silver where the heron waits alone
The moon spilled its pale breath on the cracked glass of the sea, and I— a shadow folded inside another shadow— watched silence bloom like frost on a wound that never learned how to heal.
I awoke to the hollow murmur of unseen wings, whispering dread into the marrow of my soul.