complete, total, randomness ; _________________________________ Ring Around the Rosies Between the rocks And cracks of broken Mirrors… broken Hearts... Waiting silently, paper-white Hands gripping iron-wood, Bloody wrists and black Eyes, Heart of mirrors, heart Of nothing, heart Of cold, bitter Stone… Dare you find Her? Dare you say Her name? Painless, spinning Dizzy, flying… She is waiting, Watching, patient, Hands of cold, Beauty, Empty Hands of nothing, for She is Death…. Ashes, ashes… we All fall down….
I love the way you worked the repetition, twisting it around some great images, then running off in different directions. The second stanza was my favorite, but all of em were good. Thanks for sharing it, I enjoyed mucho
