equinox

a sweet september, flowing tenderly over my wounds,
adorns my soul with golden scintillations
of silence accepted as a token of good-bye…
the necklace made from devil’s fangs
now lays unworn in some corner of my heart,
still throwing from time to time upon my nights
the shadow of a once beloved grin…
make no mistake though, reader…
i have not turned into a believer…
i’m just waiting on the autumn equinox’s cross
for my resurrection…

© Liliana Negoi

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