Wednesday, August 3, 2011

inferno

A heart is
a center, a nucleus
a white hot core.
Pulsatile,
writhing
a seething mass.
Loathing implodes
going nuclear.
Shattered and
far flung
into the abyss.

And now,
cooling-
drops
of malice, like
blood drops
of Lucifer,
shine as
ghostly white orbs,
glinting reds and gold
a memory of inferno.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You create a vivid word-picture.