She writes
In succumb
To the thrum
Of a sinister
Distorted base
Thoughts swelling
In midnight blue
Surmounting
Limbo states of want
Fingers twitching
With molten maledictions
Ten interminable storms
In elemental digression
Hurling metaphors
Against the clogs
Of a caged mind
Cracking the code
Wetting the plume
Drowning her
In colloquy
Its delicious brutality
A kiss
That was years
In the making
A most exquisite
Brand of torture
Born from the emergence
Of her truest self
In the push
Behind the quill
Copyright © S. A. Healey
