Hot tears pooling pain
Bleeding out a child’s spirit
Until nothing left.
Hot tears pooling pain
Bleeding out a child’s spirit
Until nothing left.
Angels channel warmth
On golden wings, this loving
To heal broken hearts.
Is it all because
At fifteen a reckless kiss –
Always imprisoned?
Promise thirty years
So that she knows you won’t leave.
Comfort, joy, and peace.
Rivers of tears sear
Her skin, running to nowhere.
If she were but a man.
Remove the plank, He said,
Then not only attended,
He gifted them wine.
Orange and black moth
Needed help to get outside,
Then fluttered towards clouds.