Poems from fallen_hazel
They say witches burn in fire,
arms twisted behind back with iron shackles
and fire licked at beaten - blood - bruised - bared flesh
...
Pretty words and pictures I paint
With tales of past and present and future
Never long do I forget,
Who I am
Where I came from
History...
What are words?
Are they just that, sounds and shapes that create words?
Words that can be serious or silly,
or are they words that are...