full circle

. . .from an upward battle of struggles and emotions to a journey of healing, growth, and laughter. . .

silk

Beneath all silk
Destruction resides
Drains petals’ milk
Clouds colored skies.

Twisted coils replace
Innocence of chance
Lost attempts of chase
In black devil’s dance.

Emotion shot through
Words remain hollow
Black promises aren’t new
No deeper than shallow.

Once deception fails
Inside I reach
My anger unveils
Hatred for each.

© 1996 Elle Communications

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