Saturday, 14 April 2012

Twisted Mind

Draft elaborate plans
Meticulous
Plotting

Old, crumbling parchment
Blue ink blotting
Your past

Run fingers through my hair
Paint my lips red
With teeth

Locate my weakest bone
Coldblooded grip
Hammer

Salty steel and skin meet
Black, dense terror
Blinds me

Moth eaten, white pillow
Stifling the sound
From world

Lie back on your armchair
Serenity 
Overcomes






3 comments:

  1. This sounds so much like me apart from my lips being painted red, as I panic to get a post up with not a lot to say. I am so envious of those writers that post stuff every day that makes sense! Now where do you buy your serenity from? Thanks so much for your visit.

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    1. I know what you mean! Some days it comes effortlessly and on others it's just a scramble for ideas. It was a pleasure. :)

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