Dancing With Storms
She left this ragged realm
a couple of chapters back
but every once in awhile
visits me via dream..
More often then not
the visions are troubling:
contorted limbs
tortured faces
deviant positions
melting foyers of mayhem...
caresses like cobalt
walkways dead-ending
into brambles of soul death..
Attempts to nestle
into her dream heart
always coming up shy...
much like what happened in life.
I wonder if she was left outside
those gates of happiness again...
Poor little orphan girl
dancing with her storms
circling the drain
even in the afterbirth of life.
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