The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Monday, August 4, 2014

Cauldron

At night
I lie in my dark bowl

Comes the blue flame
My rare heart boils inside

Soul screams and climbs
to the rim but doesn't jump

Insatiable incantation 
Pain with prescription


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