The walls, black
the bare floors...
You lay in the bathtub
as the water fills to the top...
The rose sits on the pedestal beneath the glass...
to keep it from harm...
A burden of death has written my fortune
Tyranny overcame blessings...
Waiting in the shadow,
a place unknown...
Flashing back to my childhood days
Remembering the terror and pain...
***Before reading this poem, I would like to...
Come out of the rain, I say...
I'd lie.
Seldom do you hear the words of the dead...
I have blood and dirt
Caked in my hair...
Fiery anger fills her eyes
Watching his every movement...
I once discussed with the wolf
why it howled, I once conversed with the moon...
Tear apart my soul,
tears frozen as ice...