Map Lines

by Maple Tree   Mar 19, 2016


These veins are neon
painkillers, laced
within midnight,
moon demons.

I've got memoirs
of insanity within
every inch of my soul-

I bleed after two am-

You will never see
what my eyes have
wept- I won't expose
details....

just read the map lines
across my scar.

    report violation
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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Good Lord, dear woman, what on earth are you trying to do to me? This is wonderful......if a little disheartening!
    The first stanza is truly excellent in its visuals and the third stanza is truly excellent in its misery! Andrea, you a master of free verse.

    All the very best and take care,
    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, this is just hauntingly beautiful! I absolutely love it!

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