soft arms and fresh
flesh wrap around the narrow connector of
head to chest
and force the life out –
bronchial tubes scream in agony –
live in boxes underneath
prayers for the girl
in the closet while
love pounds on the door
blood red roses posing
as adoration drags their
passion lace the glass
her lips are given the last taste of
love as love takes her
Great poem. Loved it.
You have such a distinct voice in your poems – I’m really digging it. Your use of simple and stark images really pack a punch.
Thank you very much!
wow, very moving piece… i felt each line piercing my heart. well done
Thank you LadyT!! Appreciate the comment.
Hmm…dark, but you spoke of reality conditions so vividly. Enjoyed reading your writings, even on topics that people sometimes stay away from. It takes courage and talent to do that. Thanks for sharing this.
Damn this is…epic and sweetly tragic 🙂