Goodnight,
Void.
I’ll remember.
When the shine leaves my grey eyes.
Pupils cloudy.
I’ll keep every story I’ve heard.
Paraphrase a thousand poems.
Fahrenheit 451,
Overkill.
I cook at 350.
170 for herbs,
Once grew Tarragon,
Chives,
Lemon Balm.
Void,
Goodnight.
Promised to be a good witch.
Best I can.
Goodnight, Void #211
