Monday, 18 November 2013


Fickle irony traces a tremulous finger down her spine
Gripping, clutching at her long, luscious hair.
Desperate desolation fumbles at her cumbersome clothing
Tearing, shredding with terrible trepidation.
Cognitive confusion embraces her soul
Infuriating the mind and aggravating her heart.
Lonesome longing throbs with anticipation
Caressing the skin and scratching at her scars.
Agitation seizes the imagination
Immersing the senses and crippling her emotions
Yet she feels eternally condemned

To a lifetime of devotions.

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