Flames and Fingers
Your eyes boil
with hatred
flames intense
with heat
aimed at my
flesh to
cremate my
existence. Hands
carry daggers
with sharp
edges hoping
to penetrate
the heart that
was once yours.
My tears of
sorrow will
dowse the
flames that
cannot reach
my titanium
heart that will
break your
fingers
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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