She is beauty
Passion
Surrender
and Hope.
Her body lies in a casket of ivory
buried beneath secrets
Her cascading limbs
Torn by desire
Her heart
Ripped to shreds
From the teeth of a
Treasured soul mate
Red roses wrap around her wheat colored hair
While the warning bell rings
And her fingers twitch
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That's beautiful honey, thank you for sharing. You write so well! I was just re-reading your stuff in that poetry zine you sent me on the bus the other day and I'm always blown away.
ReplyDeleteDid you know I'm moving in about a week? If you haven't got my new address yet please let me know and I'll email it to you.
Lots of love Helen xxxxxxx