POETRY


OLD GHOSTS
Can you look at them
or must you turn away
the scars from flesh to soul
you cut so long ago
Do I haunt your dreams
my broken body on the floor
the pain in my eyes as you stole my trust
does it bring remorse or still fuel your lust?
NIGHT SEA
He stares at me with eyes of obsidian
yielding nothing
urging me to look deeper
the wind whispers my name
as water caresses my feet
I glide through the waves
lulled by undulating motion
eyes closed, I drift further
until I'm pulled down
into the roar of His laughter


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