Saturday, July 25, 2020

Lead Apples



Guilt
is a sheared cliff
 quicksand and ice
littered with 
broken heartbeats
so, so cold ...

It’s own bitter grief
all encompassing
tasting of 
poisoned snowdrops
and 
lead apples
tearing
‘part your stomach

Life
is one shot
by a simple arrow
but no matter
where you land
you’ll always
lose
something


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