Posted on June 12, 2011 at 1:45pm
Color Of Broken Eyes
© Angeliad of Surazeus
2011 06 07
Ice glitters in a glass of water forlorn
if silver were true color of broken eyes
or nothing swallows hot milk of death
so she chokes and gasps for breath.
Bow rips across her violin heart soft
as feathers plucked from crippled swan
whose last song is smothered by hand
of iron doctor twisting wires ripped sharp.
Eighty-six girls in torn white gowns
stand staring at you… Continue