Drop Zone

At the verge of parched tears arrested in fear
                        Kim was enveloped by morbid sadness
Enshrined in her prison cell and stiletto in hand
			tension rose on the surface buried inside
A cutting edge waiting to act upon visceral gloom
                        called for incisive bloodletting action
		
One life one laceration away from cliffhanging lightening
			small visceral droplets engulfed a low rising soul
No morning dew on mournful contempt and self-castigation
			cast out into casket's nails of grave conclusion
Ready to push one final dagger into her heart she wished
			for terminal silence composure and freedom

She stumbled and was once more washed away
			into guilt failure anger and endless void
Thunder and fire bolts turned into hail storms
			‘Hallowed be thy name and forgive me’
Heavy crystals pelted her skin and frosted her soul
			moulded a foundering slip on treacherous slope

Kim fell on her self-imposed dagger in the thawing of time
                        and woke up in a raindrop and the bubble could burst
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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