Thursday, June 17, 2010

Goth Poem #2

rejection like bile
in the throat of esteem
I swallow down all
of what you meant to me
to me you were
unicorn, vampire
ghost,
blood-haloed angel
from heavenly host
where no god ever reigned
and no satan rebelled
still, you cast me down
burning:
only
I

have
earned hell

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