by Jessica Michallet-Romero
Copyright © May 31, 2005, Jessica Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
Hate this sense of anger
clawing at my core as
I watch you from afar.
Fingers slowly tearing
at my flesh as I surrender
to the molten lava coursing
through the faint narrow
passageways of my veins.
I close my eyes and furiously
embrace the fire engulfing
the pinnacle of my senses.
Tiny rivulets of blood
Slowly trickling down
planes of an arched back
shrouded in white linen.
Delicate droplets of dew
on morning grass …
Talwar… Sweet death …
Mercy upon a sword
My delicious torment…
Behold my revulsion
of your ostensible apathy
toward my silent laments.
Feel the flames consuming
what is left of my sanity
and hear my screams
of wrathfulness befalling
upon your troubled soul
