Jan 2016
your soul is hidden
in the folds of sanity
beneath my fevered skin.
it dances in languid motion
among bruised walls
& punctured veins,
endlessly waiting
for an impossible cure.
in the folds of sanity
beneath my fevered skin.
it dances in languid motion
among bruised walls
& punctured veins,
endlessly waiting
for an impossible cure.
Prompt: Purple- 30 words EXACTLY ...you can not use it as your title or in your poem. Nor can you use the word lavender!
