I started several stories last week, but was able to finish only one, which is now eagerly awaiting its second rejection from an online magazine. And despite the fact this poem wasn’t written inspired by the flaming stare I give the screen every time a “thanks, but no thanks” email lands in my mailbox, I like to think of it as multi-faceted enough to fit such occasions.
Just replace “lust” with “dread” and you get the picture.
Look for the light inside these eyes
search for the flame behind them
that simmering glow
of Lust disguised
will tell you tales of wonder
It pierced through dark
and cut like knives
it broke through walls of thunder
This fire is fierce
it burns and thrives
will bring you under