Broken

She was here
many lives ago
a road she'd forgot
a forget-me-not
walled within deep dark blues
and grays of a million hues
a different face
but the same self consumed
in the same quicksand
paid the same dues
bled the same grief
the same heartache bloomed
new spells were spoke
new fires stok'd
forgiven, but forgotten
the same heart broke

-Amit

Sugar

Rush

sugar-high, mush

Sins of fruit and flesh,

and dark magic mesh 

with bits of guilt

salted, caramel-filled;

Caution and a wrapper 

thrown to the wind

tiptoeing

outside and in

cupboards

w/ tea, coffee

me