Tuesday, February 7, 2017

The broken doll

I opened my heart and
darkness crept in wave after waves-
a solid veil of onyx fell
with the soft thud of a smothering
pillow on a silent victim.
It writhed in my chest,
a coil of serpents not one,
vicious in their hatred,
made my heart their whetting stone.

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