Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Hostage House

Fulcrums of energy
perverted and bent.

A cage of crystals
and silent whispers
contort a budding spirit.

Out of town
in isolation
there is a house
made for domination
with pretty things to pass the time.

The woods will hide
that precious tree
choking on a mass of weeds.

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