Through the Dead

by on October 16, 2012 :: 0 comments

One taste of black
is all it takes.
To turn a mind
into a knife.
Darkness
is a sharpened skill.
Cornered.
To a point.
Much deeper than frustration.
It is truly a weapon.
A divine poison.
Wallowing
inside itself
xxxxxxxless beauty.
As it spreads.

editors note:

This weapon is not wielded but wound around ’til, bogged and bound, would-be victor becomes victim. Laugh and lose it in light. – mh

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