Glass Heart
I can see right through
Your heart-transparent glass
Filled to the brim with terror
Begging to escape
One touch-it shatters,
One breath-it spills
Onto skin-
A pale aurora
Through eyes with curtains forced apart;
Without dance there grow no roses
Only demons in your heart.
Copyright © Benjamin Varenikovich | Year Posted 2017
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