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Sunday, May 26, 2019

Desolation

Contributor: Dorian J. Sinnott

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Do you remember the first time we kissed--
Down on the corner of fifth, under the street lamps;
Did you ever think we would become only a memory,
Devoid of physical soul.
Deeper in love I knew I’d fall,
Dragged along by the cord I was too afraid to cut.
Demolish.
Daring not to see what lay beyond the blade.

Downtown, bells rang through the crowd,
Dressed in black and mourning etched on their faces.
“Death is a faithful lover”, you once had said;
Devout, and so he could never bring you back.
Desolate remains my mind,
Dripping with words left unspoken,
Deeds undone.
Desperation has become my only friend.
Darkness sets itself upon the city,
Dancing shadows graceful in the light.
Didn’t my heart once feel the warmth,
Dream of a life beyond the shell?


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Dorian J. Sinnott is a graduate of Emerson College's Writing, Literature, and Publishing program, currently living in Kingston, New York with his cat. He enjoys horseback riding, playing violin, and cosplaying his favorite childhood characters at comic cons. Dorian's work has appeared in Crab Fat Literary Magazine, The Pangolin Review, and Soft Cartel.

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