The collector, black widow.

Your inner sanctum was not a sanctuary for ceremoniously dumping broken hearts, collected, now empty shells awashed on their tears spilt upon your desert sands,

trophies littered.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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MsJewel

I love your use of metaphor in this well written little gem. Well done! :) Julie

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Thank you MsTenCarat I mean MsJewel for your kind review.:):)

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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..