Monday, February 18, 2013

Beyond a Filtered Eye

In a filtered world
   what you see
        is not what is

Behind the clear eye
    fires rage
       and soot-cloaked soul
             drowns in the ashes
                   of self-immolation

Knife on flesh
     draws out pain
           in blood
                masking deeper hurt
                       of thought claws
                              rending heart

Shaken by storm-winds
       of self-destruction
              she lies tattered
                    praying for the sun.

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