Head always bowed, shoulder hunched in,
Cloaked with a veil of silence,
Canvas cracked around the edges,
Brittle corners, weary of the imprints
Your eyes have demanded, she slips by,
So silent, so concealed,
Never looking but you sense her,
Something always spoken, no restraint,
Never disobeyed, power is yours that you rely,
And crave the tears that drown,
Suffocating to no return,
You, your power has broken her,
Pile of ash resting peacefully, tainted,
Glittering eyes prey, hand tightly shut,
So powerful, so murderous


Yet Spoken 5/3/11

© 2011 by knownkonvict

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