Batwings Fly With Secrets
Her eyes fell to the darkness
Like cyclonic windfalls
…Torrential they were.
Where even her soul cried out loud
For some salvation under fire bridges
Where she burned her betrayer’s passions
Cremating those memories of sorrow…
Disbelief claims ownerships
And left her impoverished with truth
But void of its destructive pathways
Footing under self rising clouds
Where batwings fly with secrets
…And the rabid thoughts die out loud!!
(Written: July 18th, 2010 7:16 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley