Love is venom,
Toxic.
As concise as cityscapes.
Delicate dew,
Spread in droplets across the metal.
Morning condensation.
Standing,
Hands in the diesel exhaust.
Desperate to warm them.
Resonance,
Feeling a spirit,
Judging it for worthiness.
Crystal clarity,
Ringing in chorus.
Constant resonance.
Tortured memories,
Of evil out,
And evil in.
Demons laid out in the morgue,
Each strangled by my willpower alone.
Each an epitaph to weakness.
Quiet poems in the dark,
That no one reads.
Soft recollections & fragments.
