Saturday, May 26, 2012

MIYM 27 .

plenty have come and gone.

their footprints are engraved
In muddied waters.
Their scents leave trails
To despairs mouth
Kissing misery.
With snakelike tongues
The beginning has not begun.
Held hostage by memories
That replay like brilliant
Moving in silence.
We cast spells on mortals.
This is not human,
but it’s worth it.
Building bridges and
Burning the hinges.
Here, sins are rewarded,
And saint’s are not forgiven.

Love, Tianamonique.


Anonymous said...

"Kissing misery.
With snakelike tongues" love that right there!!

Nice Write

Briaunna said...

loved it!