Razored Heart I
Cold steel in tempest.
Turn of the screw.
Long night desires;
Your eyes are afire.
Blades sharp…
Time conspirers
Ill will of heart
Eyes burn at imagery.
Winds cool the soul.
Eons turn and stop…
A Tempest in a steel teapot.
Scream the razored heart
Full of blackened
Mechanical parts…
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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