Essence of Betrayal

Pale hands trace misty glass
and the livid sky scatters
her unshed tears.
The spongy earth grasps
the hissing drops
of wailing blood and liquid kisses.
Some pounce on her heart
but spring away;
she is iron
frozen and black.
The soil drinks her sorrow
and she is
hollow.





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