
#vss365 A sculptor worked by candlelight, carving his dead wife from black marble. Such was his #passion that every vein, lash and wrinkle returned beneath his hands.
Eventually, the statue opened its eyes. He wept with joy.
Then she whispered, “You buried me alive.” #Edvane #DarkFantasy
#vss365 #poetry #surrealism #mentalhealth #WritersOfBluesky
living in a hue of green-
a cry of #passion wakes
the soul of the dead, of
Hollywood, of memory
floating on glass, thrust
into a spotlight that only
fallen angels are able to witness-
she gasps, just before her head
falls back
autumn begins ~ #passion slips into a quieter shade of yellow
#vss365 #monoku #PoetryInPictures #nature #bloomscrolling #photography