![]() Dark museA Poem by eglantine
There lies the tip,
dark and feathered-- morose and gangrened, just below your Hell-carved tongue. Its sinews are draped with blackened flames that burn and curl around your prickled nerves. Its charred roots coil around your blistered heart, tightening your breath into steam--into speech for this is the sharp quill of night and ink the blood of dreams in flight. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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Added on October 16, 2012Last Updated on October 16, 2012 Author![]() eglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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