The Collector of Last Breaths
By Saywisely
1 min read
Feb 14, 2025
In jars of crystal, clear and bright,
He gathers whispers of the night.
The final sigh, a gentle wisp,
From weary lip and silent tryst.
Each holds a life, a love, a fear,
A universe that disappears.
He keeps them safe, a tender guide,
For all the souls that have quietly died.
He gathers whispers of the night.
The final sigh, a gentle wisp,
From weary lip and silent tryst.
Each holds a life, a love, a fear,
A universe that disappears.
He keeps them safe, a tender guide,
For all the souls that have quietly died.