Tuesday, November 02, 2004

In The Clear Light of Day

You know, I actually quite like this one after all (umm, see the Gothic Poetry post):

stolen emotion

what have you wrought?
a miasma of chaos as sentiments writhe.
once we drank of wonder,
untainted and open,
but your thirst perished.
a feverish morass of darkness -
memories follow death, follow pain,
love burnt to ashes.
in a torrent of tears,
i see you.


I think I'll keep it. :-)

posted by Heather @ 11:56 am

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