a box
forged of cold steel
fired within
the frigid heart
of compressed terror
inside
last remains of
innocence
consumed by
loathing and rage
hidden
within a heart’s shadow
from which emerges
the dragon, awaiting
innocence’s ride
Over at dVerse, Kim pubtends a Tuesday Poetics, where we write box poems.
The pub is open! Come join us!



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