Death
The last thing
I see
Is your face.
Beautiful,
amazing.
But wrong.
Sinful,
Like me,
as if you were
the devil itself.
I close my eyes
and feel
the agonising heat
Of the buried deep, dark, domain of hell.
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2011
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