Ruptured Peace

Mine, a ruptured kind of peace.

The blistered lesions heal

the skin is numb

it cannot feel.

Destroyed by dreams I never planned.

And all the angry flames I’ve fanned

and oh, so slowly lanced and bled,

have withered into blackened coal

grown hard and dead.

Then softly crumble into ashes

and drift like snow flakes

in my head.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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