Burnt Offerings
Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet
dreams come
nice as the world swims
out of view
the light feeds on the pain
as if on cue feelings curl
around my spine
as the monsters crawl
were all is pain
smoldering lighting
erupts the vain
the poison seeps
on the nerves optically
burn the sweet spice
turn feelings
harrowing or serene
burrows deep
my spine sharp
but nice
burning the bitter weed
sharp is the need
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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