A little chilled.

A little chilled.

A Poem by Kalex Cross

Silver shears clip my heart into thousands of pieces;
And they begin
dripping a blueish pale taint onto moist dark earth.
Fertilizing the memories until a terrible cold blooms.
Falling.
They freeze mid-air, these droplets of pearly glow.
A seed of mans desire, from my present case,
reminding my hollow eyes of what can be.
And all that I have burned from my soul.

© 2010 Kalex Cross


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Added on March 22, 2010
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Kalex Cross
Kalex Cross

Rome, NY



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