Rebirth

An Eckphrasis

 

Rebirth
 
A cocoon, of sorts;
cold, their tendrils creep
and climb, twisted
in form, swollen with self

the trinity of
poisoned petals;
my screaming death

ecstasy has no home
in still bones,
from a distance
my words fall, a barrier
to his burning dysfunction

they rage for their release,
finally, I can bleed

Reviews

[Sasha]

~ thank you for taking a moment to read this one poem, black rose obsession
I'm happy you enjoyed it....it's amazing how pictures can inspire
have a lovely week, my friend
*hugs*
Sasha xx

[black_rose_obsession]

Woah.. this was so amazingly written it took my breath away a TRUE work of art.Reading this really opened my eyes you can tell you put your heart into this. It's amazing! Keep up the good work!