Your picture possesses my mind,
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its ribcage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Your picture possesses my mind,
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its ribcage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
A break up poem.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
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