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⌈ THE SPINDLE ⌋
thudding up spiral stairs,
it seems never-ending.
its roughness chafed my foot,
but its cry for me was more whelming.
i was paralytic over its command,
and simply a peasant to its hungry calling.
so buried under its influence,
disobedience was too late in its pinning.
blinded by curiosity,
i let it lead me to its sanctuary.
and upon entering,
lusty vision gloomed me.
step by step,
bit by bit,
it lured me in
with its charming melody.
lit in virescent was the room,
as it spun on its magnificent wheel.
i was prey and it was predator,
but i saw it as a savoury.
it stuck out its keen needle,
and i twinkled in its fury.
a heartbeat later,
my finger pricked by its apex,
the spindle was all i saw,
before i was none but a sleeping beauty.
JE LEEST
TEARS OF THE HEART
PoëzieJust like the eyes, the heart cries too; For every unshed tear, it let's itself bleed. With its pleas ignored, a part of it slowly withers and dies. So I will peel off its defensive disguise; let it unravel. Although I am afraid for what you'll see...
