Metaphysical Adultress
She wades in anoxic swamps
She feels with her heart
Her mind never still
Her soul torn apart
She craves understanding
She craves conversation
Her thirst for the dark things
Precedes her reputation
She is never sated
She is never stilled
The void in her heart
Crying out to be filled
Copyright © Lisa Cole | Year Posted 2010
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