The Screens That Bind

Hypnotic hue of soft glow slavery.
I am addict and junkie to your
Hand over fist
Shackled at the wrist
Heroine kiss
You are the other woman
Interrupting every other relationship.

Tempered glass
Touching the edge of everything.
While I
Hold fast to the shadows of
I fell again
It’s all my fault
Lines in the cracked conscience sand landmines.

String me out
And I’ll string me up
In the noose of another day
Burned down by your
Hypnotic hue of soft glow slavery.


About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to The Screens That Bind

  1. Sabina says:

    The alliteration here is delectable. Seriously powerful work!

    Liked by 1 person

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