Heart-Taker


Slitted smudge of eyes shot wide,
kiss of whispered cyanide,
spanning, drifting threshhold slide -
nothing left but static roar.

Stinking in the livid dark,
Billowed silence, smooth and stark
Bruised, my muse, your firebrand mark,
ivory cage splintering more.

Battered words, a sunken jitter,
cracked, the smack of junkies' glitter,
powdered dreams, so rotting, bitter -
painted black in buried lore.

You won't thrill me anymore.




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