
Black, her eyes and hair as she rises up from the fire
Her fingers say come hither and my feet step toward the lake
Come, join me in the waters of your funeral pyre
Fueled by your anger and all that you desire
Waters rush in and drown my throat, God I hope I wake
Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay

Powerful stuff!
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Thanks a bunch! I’m having quite a bit of fun (and hardship) working with poetry.
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