Highly Strung

will the torture ever end?

Close to the surface

and in too deep. 

sink swim sink swim

Pacing myself 

Holding my breath,

in place.

Suspended animation

Oh how I want that sleep.

~

Did I love more than I was hated?

If I could only undo this,

but I’m wound too tight.

The Road to Hell 

It is paved with good intentions-

They were right.

The birds of prey

 they gather there..

 make nests of so many

fallen  strands of my hair

~

and the fire

turns sand to glass

 blue veins boil  under

bone-white transparency

to a cinder.

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