Dangerous times
to be so generous and sublime,
prancing around
with an open heart, unguarded,
with wool worn over hungry eyes.
So the hand of that poisoned life
brought her down to hungering soil
where he tore a hole in her wide open,
fed the earth her warm flow.
Failed to feel the storm
tightly packed in this dark cloud,
rumbling, ready to strike.
Attention diverted
from the dirty, restless hands
itching for violence
beneath the table that night.
Least they won't have far
to drag you, dear
when they find you hollow
and stripped of breath,
signed with mad lacerations,
this package delivered home.
Just another seed to be planted
in this old, cold garden of stone.
to be so generous and sublime,
prancing around
with an open heart, unguarded,
with wool worn over hungry eyes.
So the hand of that poisoned life
brought her down to hungering soil
where he tore a hole in her wide open,
fed the earth her warm flow.
Failed to feel the storm
tightly packed in this dark cloud,
rumbling, ready to strike.
Attention diverted
from the dirty, restless hands
itching for violence
beneath the table that night.
Least they won't have far
to drag you, dear
when they find you hollow
and stripped of breath,
signed with mad lacerations,
this package delivered home.
Just another seed to be planted
in this old, cold garden of stone.
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