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