Broken Truths

The bruises that hurt, the ship that broke
They towed the line, but choked the sail.
A stairway leading down, to the all burning hot flames of the fires exploding from the doors of hell. Hidden creatures in the smoke, so thick. Your visions are void. Senses dull. Left alone you once again out flown by a dove!

Tasha Geller-Hollingshead © copyright 11/25/2016 6:57pM

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