White Witch

The white witch from the broken castle
Raises herself from the letters in the book,
Sheets of ice break down on me
The blood shining on her pale face;
The flickering candle dies out in my hand
My breath being my only blanket,
I see her bloody nails engraving
My poems of Love on the brittle wall.

—SHAMS

The Calm And The Chaotic June 2017

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