Hurt- Rebel Rose Anthology

Hurt in

A Sunday melting to

Monday gloom.

 

Your absent

Face,

Imprinted to

Incarnate visions

Stained upon the

Universe’s glowing

Pulses.

 

Dreaded

Leaving,

A grieving itch along the

Neck,

Record pricks to

Shifting sentiments.

 

Romantics on a

Freeze,

Mummified

Follicles

Bred

Along

A song’s cessation.

 

Naked notes

Uttered,

Too late in the

Lover’s entry,

Fires cooled

Within a music

Taken to,

Shadow sweeps

Along quiet beds

Going toward solemn cracks,

Wizened to the darkness

Losing its visage once again…

 

Rebels

Propane anger,

Diamonds on a

Furious turn.

 

Night mists

Fluctuating,

Split nerves

Multiplying

Along glittering

Streets.

 

Rebel roses,

Grave shadows

Overturned

To shifting

Movie frames.

 

Pieces of the

Dream land

Undone,

Swallowed

By poisonous

Fumes beckoning

The seekers

To entangle with.