The Jeweled Box

The jeweled box of love and mem’ries springs Wide; clicking, glinting from the lumined room. The bothered dust doth make a mist of things; The air and I surrender to the plume. My lips move against your ear to whisper My revenge; hindsight checks my eager tongue. We move through that fateful week undeterred, But […]

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The Scorned

I feel your eyes ask mine to say a thing About the Judas song now fresh and deep From your own lips, a sign of what might sing Within my heart, though they have yet to weep. I sit as stone, and I begin to boil With rage as you describe the change you feel. […]

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