There’s doubt here that lingers
It covers me in a veil
I’m still wrapped around his fingers
By tooth and nail
Look at all the sinners
This is hell
They speak of many winners
It’s just a tale
My wings come with stingers
His walls are jail
Lust our only dinners
Love gone stale
Our bones showing rigors
Death for sale
Every chime he hears triggers
I’m on his trail
© Delia Ross. 2020






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Thanks so much! 👍
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This is a beautiful piece….quite intense
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Yay! I’m really glad you like it Navin, thank you!!
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You’re welcome, Delia….keep expressing yourself!!
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I’m trying! I keep evolving! ❤
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