House For The Broken Hearted

by Megann Lee   Sep 27, 2007


Tainted reflections dance in the mirror.
House of horror and a million murders.
Bleeding ears ache from deathly screams.
Hollowed chests, where hearts once laid.
Corpse laced hallways and haunted passages.
Blood lined fingertips, smiles of hatred.
One of a thousand broken hearts rest here.

© Megan Wheeler 2007

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