the walls of her fortress
dripping with sage
knowledge
centuries old
empty of rage
her gut, a tortured field
often ablaze
truth lies there
while battles were waged
kitchen of flowers
table a maze
lovers look across
not knowing each's gaze
moments of crime
passion betrayed
within the lives of the "normals"
they laughed as they lay
bedridden with *** long slow daze
south fly the geese, crows never go away
the sparrow calls morning
the owl flies today
blocks of comfort, boxed and weighed.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
the walls of her fortress
dripping with sage
knowledge
centuries old
empty of rage
her gut, a tortured field
often ablaze
truth lies there
while battles were waged
kitchen of flowers
table a maze
lovers look across
not knowing each's gaze
moments of crime
passion betrayed
within the lives of the "normals"
they laughed as they lay
bedridden with *** long slow daze
south fly the geese, crows never go away
the sparrow calls morning
the owl flies today
blocks of comfort, boxed and weighed.
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