A Glance

  A glance is enough for the heart to beat to  transform naivety into shrewdness  of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …

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A Mad Woman

I linger a limping shadow in your after-glow and spend  moonless nights, sore and bleeding trying to make sense of your departure in the darker ages of my youth.    The wounds you left are still ripe feasted  with pale maggots oozing their heads out Oh! How I have wandered like a madwoman in sinister woods screaming …