Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Stained Glass burial

By

Serena Mossgraves

bury the urge
in my soul,
to be perfect.
I am broken glass
from a stained glass window
only in the shades of gray.

Crimson drops reveal
the fault lines
that deeply carve into
the soul released across
eternity .

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