A Chilled Winter's Breath
A chilled winter’s breath is all I would need,
to catch and trap the words you say to me.
I will keep your words in small jars downstairs,
next to the marked jars that hold all my tears.
I will paint hearts to mark jars I adore;
Black daggers to mark jars I don’t care for.
With each new heart jar I proudly display,
I will throw an old dagger jar away.
When I paint and store a new dagger jar,
I’ll open a heart jar to feel better.
When the time comes I have no heart jars left,
I will store jars with more tears and regret.
When there are no empty jars left for me to store,
Hurt me again, I’ll store you here and lock the door.
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
