Arson

katherined

The fire still stings, tearing through bruised skin, quaking every ivory joint.

Eyes that used to gaze, now look away, darting to any available distraction in order to avoid being met by the arson's toxic glance.

Yet, the heart, throbbing within a cage so tarnished and cracked, still pulls like a magnetic force towards the figure, so malevolent... sickeningly oblivious to the visions of Hell obstructed by the face of an angel.

  • Author: katherined (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2017 19:22
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 41
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Comments2

  • willyweed

    forceful and well written, write on WW

  • LukeMorrison

    This poem conjures up some beautiful yet terrifying imagery. Excellent writing



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