∴ no ink to waste
we’re scripted headlong
for the corpse fjord
your essence
indelibly penned
upon my very being
your color seeping
into my marrow and soul
no distant day
this is just the beginning
and it may also be the last
inscribing our own path
where wild things flow free ∴1
- kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 14 March 2024 ↩︎
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