She looked at me, my mind escaped
As words were said, all laid
Dead.
We, were found, far off the scale
We held hands over those gates,
But there we left those memories on
Hand.
Left the seals of lips kissed zero.
We, fell hard, burned faster as
Kisses, witches on light
The burning tomb.
Coming out like a cat eye scratched
Ripped through.
Coming out like a wind storm, tornado,
A kaleidoscope glare,
Skin upon flesh, bones glowing red.
She looked at me, I lost myself,
Symbolic retribution fell out of self,
She looked at me, love drenched in
Fear.
Witches for burning, come find me
Here. At gates with eyes scratched
Close, with hand in hand I’ll hold.
She looked at me,
My mind escaped.
Coming out of the closet; I’m finally awake.
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Submission Name: Hands, Gates and Witches burning.
