11 Imix
Red Spectral Dragon
My Grief –
I own it as I would
A Dagger plunged
Deep into my Heart
The Blade would
End my Life
If it were steel
Yet Sorrow steals
Much more than Breath
From the dancing Soul –
Psychic Wounds
Bleed boundless Tears –
Suffering creates
A Ground of Being –
‘Til Eros comes to
Pull the Blade out clean.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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