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The Enchantress's Confession

This heart’s a poisoned well,
A deep dislimning void,
Dip not the cup to drink –
Beware the skull and bones.

This heart’s a block of ice,
A spiderweb of cold,
Touch not unless well-gloved,
The permafrost can kill.

This heart’s a thorny bud,
A Rappacini rose,
Breathe not the dense perfume,
Lest midnight take you down.

This heart’s a sour fruit,
A feral juiceless orb,
Taste not of leathern flesh,
Keep teeth and tongue pristine.

This heart’s not meant for man
Nor beast, if truth be told,
A stone in sorrow’s shoe,
An acidsplash – perdu.

© 1999, renewed 2010 RC deWinter

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  • devotee1
    devotee1over 1 year ago

    I have felt this way…it is not hopeless nor inevitable…but it is honest and excellent poetry. Another great read! Thank you.

  • Old poem, but the feeling still returns sometimes, thank you.

    – RC deWinter

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