M1C(a)

Breath, that of the moss, past dawn.

She sinfully sinister and Me unsurprisingly defeated again.

Sand that rests gently on 

my cornea, burns causing tension impossible to mollify

Me, and 

my downfall 

- her.

The never

Insomnia.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"burns causing tension impossible to mollify
Me, and
my downfall
- her."

I like the poem. I don't see the need for mature rating...Excellent...:)..............