Gathering kindling
for a big blazing bonfire...

Dark
Stone walls...

Clomp, clomp, stomp...
I stagger heavy booted...

Bent like
A smile...

Best to peel back
And relax...

For years your dark hands
and warped mind haunted my days...

Polar caps cry to the sea.
Will life continue...

Craving dark passion,
In chunks of addictive bliss...

We
Always hurt...

Eager excitement
as I receive a letter...

Each message
from you to me...

Tears Flow freely now
into a reflective pool...