You Are the Beautify Hell
blue veins appear from your thoughts
reach to the brain
to the heart
to the lungs
and lead to NOTHING
that's what anyone would say
I have no doubt
when i showed up
you were the cornerstone of the back yard
the road furrowed by liquid corals
treasure dug deep
of thieves in the night
silent traffic light raining
of the indifference between red and green
the divorced rain on the face of a weeping woman
gradually you transformed
in a hospital with spiritual realities
in an infinite scale
ready to penetrate the lily apocalypse
from which it feeds
the mouths of all that were
and none for the one who would stay
You are the beautify Hell
where love is made
on the sacred fire
anybody
no doubts
it would tear splinters from the soul
to retain you
always on.
Copyright © Elena Mihalachi | Year Posted 2023
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