Wild Cinnamon Roots
Echoes from a haunting refrain
buried deep within the corridors of her heart
weave their tangled, worn threads
playing on her memories
like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin
Lingering whispers...
intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul
creating its delicately, woven tapestry
of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves
Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
roar their voices in her mind
like a jungle of ethereal savagery
that clipped her silken dreams
leaving her flying with broken wings
He had betrayed her with his feigned love
which left her void of the soothing rhythms
needed to bathe her wounded flesh
She felt a cold emptiness inside her soul
Never before...
had her heart felt thiscold, empty void
so deep in the depths of her heart
Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
and random pieces of broken seashells
were substances used as ragged patches
for her tattered, broken heart
The mortar dampened from tears
fell like foggy, misty rain
on the delicate, shattered glass of her heart
blistered by love gone astray
Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
with the earthy smell of oncoming storms
Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
as if she were on fire...
leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange
revealing the depth and layers
of her strangled emotions
In the dark stillness of the night
she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats
The sound of loud, rumbling thunder
was shooting its devouring bolts of lightning
shaking the whole of all Creation
She stood in the shadows
aching and bewildered
running breathlessly
seeking a fortress of safety
as the drumbeats followed her every move
The whole Earth was suddenly filled
with the echoed songs
of past remembered moons
He did not care if her heart was broken
leaving her alone in the night
cold, shivering and afraid
All she had left was a broken heart
cold as ice...
drowning in her tears
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