heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Fixer
Swirling storm of water and foam impeccably designed to eradicate unwanted life. The water is boiling, and wears away at layers of grease. Disinfecting. Destroying. The process is whirling and unfurling while I sit safely in a leather throne, ankles crossed and legs tucked slightly beneath me. There was silence in between the violent churns of extermination from the kitchen.
By L. E. King9 years ago in Poets
