Ruby horizon

    Boring Bird
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    low falling sun, ruby horizon, a blood-red bruise

    as twilight twirls its limbs around my throat,
    nipping out the last breath of hope.
    lost in a labyrinth of thoughts that twist like knives.
    Clicking clock, croaking cuckoos, a metronome of despair,
    each passing second set a reminder of things lost,
    the warmth of your touch, now a ghostly echo that lingers.

    a relentless ache that gnaws my insides,
    this love that feels like a curse,
    binding us in chains of our own making,
    as we drown in the silence
    that follows every desperate plea.