Poems Conversed With MyWordWizard on Twitter

Two days converge

A symposium, in combustion

Proactively ignoring things unseen,

If these two split, I shall be gone,

If hell ignites, pain will prevail,

But I too will breath to suffer each detail

In an instant,

Context changes/ Arching back with arms’ extended

Marie aligned her soul with nature,

Accepting the invocation, the wind danced forth

Shila’s face turned a strong, sickly sweet variation of Misplaced light,

Ashen lips disguise,

The quiver in her teeth