Love

Withered willows
'neath braised winter
moon.
Catalyst.

Random
crystalline webs
'cross the barren
white fields
sparkle.

Where the wicked
heart grows
vile demons splinter
dreams.

Pathetic disabilities.
Sacred heart scarred,
disemboweled emotions
choose death.

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Published on Monday, February 11, 2013. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Love"

On Wednesday, February 13, 2013, PoetessDarkly (700) wrote:

wow this gave me shivers. ! definitely love this!
On Tuesday, February 19, 2013, Carmen Jade (60) wrote:

I had the same reaction.