I caught it
the last
caustic
tear
searing my flesh
forever
*
Aimed
at my heart
you – the tormentor
of my inner fears
held “them” once
*
feelings
wrapped with a bow
but
no
longer
*
I now have
them
bound in steel
inaccessible to anyone
to view
lure
or seize
*
you can however
have the acid, laced tears
they are saved
in a bottle
for you
Photography: “Basin of Tears” copyright 2012 L. Moon