Implosion

It was hidden in the depths of her eyes,
The boiling rage, and the stifled cries
Dark, and demonic, they stare into night-
Shrouded in beauty, here the pain resides.

Cursed, tormented- neurons fire, innards burn
Immolation, invisible, at fate’s last turn.
The anguish ricocheted inward, the fury absorbed-
As the other smiling eyes mocked; tore and tortured.


N.B. May be there is something such as “too much crime-thrillers”? ~G. 🙂

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About Guria

An Artist in Science - I am a Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And I am a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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