"Ignore my plaintive plea. Leaving a blackness where my soul used to be." |
| Take my heart. Wrench it with your two hands. Dangle it on a thread as I bow to your commands. Comfort me with your lies and deceit lovingly nurtured and grown with jealousy's insidious seed. Welcome me into thy arms of wood and grit, atop a pillow of rock and moss demanding that I submit. Go on. Ignore my plaintive plea. Leaving a blackness where my soul used to be. No more, screams a mind that has seen too much and is now resigned. Leave me now. Go on your way as I furtively watch you find another heart to betray. Lines: 24 Form: Unmetered quatrain of a,b,c,b Dark Dreamscapes February 2018 "Invalid Item" Prompt: See avatar picture. |