Soul Rooms for Rent
Vacuity in your smile: A vacancy has arisen.I'll leave the newspaper on the kitchen table for you.
...Feeling safe (although she often also imprisons
sorrows and horrors in her heart, too).
I am hidden behind an eternal obsidian mask,
Covering the furrows that tears have carved.
Left in the cold, agonizing, and starved.
...I knew the answer even before you asked.
You walked through the door and didn't even look back.
Our final farewell: as dry as a scorched insinuation,
of our broken hearts, lost in oblivion, on a one-way track.
And to be trapped, in the end, within a monument of
harsh frustration.
Throwing away a folded handkerchief with your wedding band inside,
Knowing deep down in my Soul that you were never truly mine.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-09-02 at 11:19
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