Glass
December 26, 2007
No legs nor tail,
like glass,
1,ooo pieces shattered,
scattered.
Scales scorching,
like rose petals torching,
battered soul.
Self infliction,
infection.
Cold as stone, as shale.
A Journal of Melancholia, Madness, and Mania
No legs nor tail,
like glass,
1,ooo pieces shattered,
scattered.
Scales scorching,
like rose petals torching,
battered soul.
Self infliction,
infection.
Cold as stone, as shale.
December 27, 2007 at 4:27 am
Nice poem!
Yasmeen
http://www.ywrites.wordpress.com