Psyche

Dec 02, 2010 06:21

she is the butterfly, the metamorphosis
the incandescent light in your eye
in the corner, of this paralysis
still in the mind of the mourner
the breath, escaped on the sussuration
the deep release of all that is left
within, and without hesitation
to exhale the burdens of sin

*sussuration is a word. It means 'whisper of voices,' or, 'murmur.'

I have no idea if this is finished or not. It popped into my head while I was sleeping. I quite like it though. No idea if the rhyming scheme is a certain type or not, but here you go.

poetry

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