… And just like that
It ended.
*
Addicted, she was
To balancing the hearts of men
Pushed her luck
Off a cliff, attempting to unearth
A combination
From her many slaves
That could equate to the weight of mine.
*
… Ambitious …
For I am not just a man
Hieroglyphics from doors long sealed hide
The key to that which defines
Me… purge the thought of witnessing
My reflection in the mirror
For there is not more than one me.
*
Consider this an exorcism
Of all I restrained,
As I waved good-bye.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: incolor16
