Friday, February 17, 2006

Exorcism

Exorcism


red
the color of
roses,
apples,
blood on judas’ hands
sunsets,
running deep in my veins
the curtains drop
act one is done
act two
i killed the sun
act three
love is not you
its not me
i burned all your letters
and fed the ashes to the wind
i ran, stumbling, falling
kneeling in the temple of broken dreams
where everything
withers
tethers
blithers
flying feathers
and she,
the woman I used to be
dances alone
till darkness dies
spiraling
s
p
i
r
a
l
l
i
n
g

she flies
By:
Fara7nour(Vicky)
20th November 2005

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