Where is her tiny Black dress? The one She wanted to Wear that E v e n i n g A dress of Fancy, Bitter, Sweet and Dark-tinged V e r s e Prose-dyed, Vague-styled, But, still, Written with Her, I n u n i s o n Neither Of them Wanting To die A verse-less D e a t h For this, They together Caress, An achingly D a r k , — B o l d B l a c k — D y e d D r e s s — V e r s e
D e a t h”
Something eerily relevant in those lines.
yeah. who would want to live a prosaic life without a poetic purpose. right?
A hundred percent.
Another wonderful piece 💜
thank you for this comment, means so much 💜
Awesome. Stunning. A piece of greatness. Loving the bold words, and the title works well here!
thank you SO SO SO Much, I am really happy you enjoyed reading this
You’re welcome! It’s really good!
🙂 You’re welcome!