Writings

be gone
i said
and then...

she was

afraid that i would forget her face
i tied a ribbon around my heart
and held my breath
until her memory
was etched on my skin
carved from my soul
as a reminder
for all that choose to enter her

faced with medusas eyes
drawn
to a young
and untimely death
on the sword of her
unfetted desire
because
she
has never met
an advance
she could
deny



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