Crimson lies spat,
Through biting teeth.
Peppered grey with,
Narcissism and
shoal actions.
O' firebird with
feathers torn,
Ash, made
mud are you.
Sever each,
and every lie,
From the prevaricator
made of sticks,
who only feeds the fire.
Your sentences
to be served
In the last of
circles nine.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
