Caught in the whirlwind
She spins round and round
Heart beating with excitement
Body starving for enticement
Trapped in the whirlwind
The whirlwind of false dreams
The whirlwind of true screams
Fleeting glimpses of her lost love
Fly by like a white dove…
She spins round and round
Until her soul is broken
Thrown upon the ground
Her body left as nothing other
Than a tattered mess
Of crimson flesh…
All that remains
Is fleeting glimpses
Of her lost
Love like
A white
dove
Very beautiful poem, even the text forms a whirlwind. I will be coming back to read more of you poetry...
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