The acid smoulder sparks the craving
She beats a heart as pure as gold
Eyes bright and sharp as crystal
Once an angel tying wings enfold
Arose a Saint with smoking pistol
Lucid nicotine inside her raging
Outstripping all until the ashes
The acid smoulder sparks the craving
A Muse torched by lightning matches.
I love the vibes; The words 'acid smoulder' are such dark yet soothing ones. Well done, short yet very deep. Definitely evokes an eerie feeling in the reader. Thank you for sharing.
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too. :)
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