will the torture ever end?

Close to the surface

and in too deep. 

sink swim sink swim

Pacing myself 

Holding my breath,

in place.

Suspended animation

Oh how I want that sleep.


Did I love more than I was hated?

If I could only undo this,

but I’m wound too tight.

The Road to Hell 

It is paved with good intentions-

They were right.

The birds of prey

 they gather there..

 make nests of so many

fallen  strands of my hair


and the fire

turns sand to glass

 blue veins boil  under

bone-white transparency

to a cinder.

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