Hill at twilight
Hill at twilight

It was silent.

The clearing on the hilltop,

ages of passion beating beneath our bodies.

The stillness of twilight,

pounding blood through the branches of our souls.

Inky curtains of water

sifting through promises from honey-coated lips.

Our cores twined together as one,

a pulsing harmony of

stories and storytellers’ fires

flaring up to the stars as a

rebellion to the gods,

the moon blazing its

endless finalities.

It was silent.

Author Notes

22 Comments for “Deafening”

Tim Hillebrant


A beautiful piece, Annalie.
Feels like two like souls, finding each other, and coming together as one.
Brilliantly written.
And with your typical flare for style.

You should submit this for publication.


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