**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.
Dark Heart —
A heart dark as night
You cut to the quick
With a tongue
Sharp like a knife
I will not
Speak your name
Bitter in my mouth
Like a foul pill
Your soul
dirties my memory
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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An excellent poem for this photograph, Penny.
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Thank you Robbie.
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A very strong stance, Penny.
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Thanks Sue. Pretty dark, but that’s what came to me. 🙂
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Always best to go with the flow. And the dark shades need to be aired too.
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🙂 Thanks Sue!
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This is so poignant.
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Thank you Megha. I was worried that it was too dark. But i’m happy with it. Thank you for visiting!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!! ❤ ❤
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