Travesty of the mind
False declarations of a soul
Shortcuts to hell
Dance on the precipice
Stumble on marked snow
Petals, like delicate whispers
shatter like stain glass over broken religion
Unedited words flow like blood
Rich, startling, essential
with the power of loss
Red pours, my heart bleeds and I break in 2; I break into; I break in two
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment