After

September 28, 2016

the-tomb-of-ligeia

So still
and white, she lies,
her faint breath now tainted
with the scent of rotting apples.
I press
my lips
to hers, as if
a kiss could break this spell,
as if we could live. . .happily. . .
ever.

J E Stanley

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