Saturday 30 January 2021

Blue Wings : A Poem

My lips, stone hard
poisoned electric blue
wings, Each kiss, a shard
of unholy breath, from you

Your words hold chaos
fake & untrue
I sense only loss,
no present or future with you

Neither regard 
nor respect you brew
On my guard
I am, from you

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