The queen of cups
is tossed onto the table,
but that is not who is she is...
she is deceitful
and cunning.
She walks against
the moons shadow
wandering, and wondering...
if all is lost.
She whispers sweet nothings
into the air,
carried by the wind
as she wonders
what has led her astray.
Smoking a cigarette,
and inhaling the poison
she wonders if the world
is just a joke.
Author notes
Fuck writers block. Drabble scribble...words...mean nothing.
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If this is what writers block is I wish I had it more often!
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Well thank you friend!
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