Your fairy wishes
with their silvery slithers of hope
tangled in the frozen vines of time
reek
like the toxic kisses of
that blasphemous beast
walking the cobbled streets of doom
inside your heart–
beguiled by the scent
of satin memories and silk thoughts
lost in the triad of time
and what could have been.

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 5, 2020 | OC California
Poem prompt ‘Poet the Original’ group
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