passion kills

01/12/2017

Two gently curved lines of immense passion

Be it a sweet melody or loud phrase

A disguised emotional entrapment

Simply from the deep valley of one's face


It can attempt to heal a being's wounds

Both that of within and that which eyes see

It locks the mind like a key to a room

Leaving a scoff, laugh, or sigh of relief


Add voice and give the power to deceive

Unstoppable are these crooked red hills

A persuasive tale one hopes to believe

Some say bones break, others say a word kills

originally published in volume 7 of the White Ash Literary Magazine. Find it here.