Resurrection Edge Poem by Cheryl McDonnell
Resurrection Edge
I was braver than your lion
and cut off his mane with a broken glass
there were only a few who gave back the currant of life
but you choked them all in the end
your eyes lit up a thousand fires inside me
and bore holes in everyone you lied to
not all stairways go to heaven
you'll not even escape me in hell
Where your fire is outburned
and stones bleed
Monday, September 15, 2008
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