The sense of you is
Dying and almost gone -
Abyss of despair
Hate spat in fear
From tortured lips.
Heart strung
Across midnight
Bedecked eternal halls
Shamed and hollow
Eyes peer inward.
Come, suck out this
Bitter water and drink
Deeply to remove
Poisoned words from
My heart.
So that I might live. And remember.
21 September 2012
©Eleanor Clark
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