Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 3, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8:23pm tuesday 05-03-05

curled up so close. inside. blue in the flame. cold at its center though its edges burn.

i am. they are. she is. defined by our outsides. felt by. with.

it's once was true, but no longer is.

the heart only a euphemism for that dark hole deep under the skin.

you see the orange crust on the fire and disbelieve. you feel its heat and are convinced.

but dare to. pass your finger through and you find there is coldness at the center of the flame.