• redstrings 10w

    Mistress

    there was a ghost caged within the mirror
    she had worn a curve yanked out of her heart
    fixated on blues spinning the deluded charm
    her death was more seductive than her warmth
    stagnated veins had cold ice carve out a path
    lest she sprinkled her agony worth a speck of salt
    ©redstrings