dust.

wordless lust
breath smells of old musk
sickening,
black and burrowing
burning through a hole
that used to be a heart.
fragments
segmenting
into scrapbooks
with
blank pages
black edges
memories like
pieces of dust.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Here a few words speak volumnes.
As Katy indicated, the last four
lines are fabulous. Love it.
A terrific poem , excellent writing,
a splendid talent at work.
Thank You,
-----Eagle Cruagh

[katyj]

Loved this one, i really enjoyed the last 4 lines. Wonderful write!