Two glass trees

Two glass trees

A Poem by Cheavel DeLuna

Skin, bones. Metal and woes.

Black tipped feathers, twisting writhing.


I'd alwasy wished i could dance. Like the spider.

My jealousy.

Leather face.

Devils prodigy.


The moon reflects of stained glass walls.

Cluttered with graffiti.


When fiction turns into truth.

Charming skyline's bloody past.


And through the trees the brief glimps, of something.

Something beautiful.

© 2012 Cheavel DeLuna

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Added on July 30, 2011
Last Updated on April 18, 2012
Tags: skin, bone, feather, devil, jealous, moon


Cheavel DeLuna
Cheavel DeLuna


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