Victorian

by Amanda   Jan 23, 2006


The spiral staircase
The wrought iron fence
Out through the window
And fall through the air

Tears as she’s running
Perfect cursive words
Goodbyes in her head
Left a note on the mirror

Free flying hair
Perfect aim
Blood on the leaves
Dagger to the heart

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sondos

    Such an eloquent and profound poem well done