March 21, 2008
By Starr Boiko, Massapequa, NY

In my mortal struggle
Hate and loathing manifest
As deep as the chasm of sorrow
Awakening in this shallow shell
Where there lies a sleeping heart
A vile blossom tainted with resent, has bloomed
What will disentangle its profane bind, this ilk?
Perhaps the fervor of time shall wilt these succulent petals,
Sadism bleeding through its intricate veins
And perhaps the will to embody and utterly corrupt this enigmatic crucible,
Shall deliver the incentive for its jagged thorns to
Pierce this soul for eternity

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