Spring

  

My heart dreads 
Silently 
The violence of a 
Blooming spring 
When Violets scream 
Their majesty 
At a brutally blue sky
And all the hell I’ve 
Planted carefully 
In shade of iris
And row of capillary 
Will be bled openly.
Flayed by the kiss 
Of a scalpel sun

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s