
StruggleBlack night, strung like lies,Struggle6 years ago in Free Verse
between the hanging fuchsia
and closed-petaled sunflower.
(still hopeful for the sun)
Deceit incarnate:
Black Widow's web
strangles innocent's essence:
a frantic yellow butterfly.
true hearts dot her wings.
false spades plaster Her back.
Black wind blew her to this fate.
how reckless he is, how cruel.
she believes she will escape,
hopeful fire in her heart.
She hungers for a bite,
Black hole in her belly.
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