worshipped from a further void,
pre-loved without remorse,
haggard eyes sewn shut,
words spoken a moment late,
languished in the ever lost,
persistent against a time that is long gone,
a futile argument won by the losing side,
a wisp of smoke,
a hate seeded softly,
my name carved in the stone,
but my date not given..
This was written using Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt, the word this week was PRE-LOVED.