I cry watercolour skies,
You can see the tracks of my tears.
I’m too dead inside.
Indigo hues deepen as daylight wanes,
And I realise,
I don’t live here anymore, inside my head.
All I can think of is,
Hope is a slow poison,
And temporary ecstasy,
is enchanting,
Against the fatal embrace of time.
– “Indigo hues, watercolour skies” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
Feature Image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente














