if you are to traverse these
secluded streets of my heart,
i must issue a warning in advance
before on this journey you depart.
these narrow alleys - so dimly lit
are speckled with shards of glass
and your pretty feet will be pierced
once through these lanes you pass.
enter the magnificent mausoleum,
built in reminiscence of my lovers
take great caution and careful steps
in this decimated land, their ghosts still hover.
but do not dare to enter the forest
this is where malice stirs in silence.
here, the bark of bitterness burns
and all is singed with hatred's violence.
all I ask of you now, my dear
do not stay here for far too long
the gates will soon be closing.
this place is now where you belong.
YOU ARE READING
blizzard irises
Poetrya collection of poems woven with some gruesome and some lovely 3 a.m. thoughts. cover by @aluminates
