Lanterns of his sorrows

Thu, 29 May 2025 11:55:16 +0000

He drowns in silent storms she can't resist.
She traces his scars like secret maps-
every tremor a promise, every glance a tether.
In the half‑light of Monsoon Café, she waits-
her lantern unlit, its flame reserved for his breaking point.

When obsession feeds on his sorrow, what price will be paid for shelter in the dark?