Vowel Poems


Scars that always last

Brand art a cast away

That grasps fast and

Angst attach.



She entered her cell

Helpless. Her eyes settled, free,

Except the hell fence held her

Ever perfect.



His lips kill this kiss,

I find him lying within his sin.

I wish I hid this pill

In his dying mind.




Lost boys only wore gold crowns

On top worn locks;

Wounds not to stop works

Of glory.



Lungs murmur ugly truths.

Cut unjust dusk,

Numb suns sung



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