Sunday, 12 June 2011

Carmine tears

She eases into the clear warmth
Of white wall encased tears.
The crimson rhythm quickens,
The lace floats around the ivory, soft.
A flash clears the way; the scarlet tunnels are wide open, barren.
The tears turn crimson,
filling with her demise.
The carmine tears ascend with the warmth
As does her soul.

- Georgia MacLeod

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