Saturday, September 25, 2010


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You lay sleeping, my Elisha.

How your serenity touches me.

Mine for all eternity-

your heart, your body.

Made for each other my dear.

My lips for your kiss,

your face for my eyes.

Forever, my Elisha.

You had been blinded to see,

to refuse my love.

My utmost remorse,

but to strike your heart… a must!

Rest now my Elisha, my love.

We shall live together, forever.

Your cold body in my couch,

your heart… in my jar.

A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Tell Tale Heart’.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ September 26,2010