Sunday, March 27, 2011

Heart Beats

...And at Death's bedside she became Blue's bride
Crying each night to release fear and spite.
When she came she bit deep, releasing the heat
And left in the cold, to find what was old.


janis Lejins said...

scattered light transgresses
speeding windows
Perishes on another of Agamemnon's broken brides.
Waves refract from cracked porcelain eyes
and crash into his brooding head.

Trembling touch,
fixed face, and a split gaze.

He spurns back into the depths,
Clytemnestra's blade burns
He punts on Hades' raft wishing she wasn't dead.

Falling back to a pit of light
A man is Resuscitates a broken doll.
Playtime is over.

Anonymous said...

Cool shot.

Jessie said...

I love this photo!!


All the time in the world... said...

hmm there's something i love about skeletons that creepy?? Love your blog chere x