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Possession
Your picture possesses my mind,
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
Published 5th Dec 2018
Author's Note
She possessed my soul and mine.
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6th Dec 2018 5:27pm
Nice piece with intense descriptions
Love the final verse
"All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins." Excellent lines👏👏
Love the final verse
"All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins." Excellent lines👏👏
