Fierce they stood
Heart icy and solid
Inhaling rock
And as they intertwined
Exhaling havoc
She was watching
The veins of a man
The pulse of his neck
Heartbeats stopped
Maybe it's lust
...
Or maybe it's just a man
Withdrawing her trust
For the thousand's time
She screams
"I've had enough"
As he pulled his hand away from her neck
It's her pulse that has stopped
And as the abyss whispered to their link
a bit of luck
She was already, gracefully, swimming in her departure blood
Went to the northern blue where she lived eternity
On a tree of oak.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
