Rusty Key

My response to Sacha Black’s #Writespiration 75’ write about the rusty thing’, inspired by a new form seen on Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library.

 

The key to his heart

Was hidden safely in the dark

Depths of the back of a drawer

Together with letters and notes

Among the underwear

The key to his heart

 

Is flaked with rust

The key she thought golden

Precious and unique

A symbol of love

Is cheap and fake

Is flaked with rust

 

That turns to bloody dust

In the sweat of her fingers

Tainted by her tears

Bent by her anger

Love of her best years

That turns to bloody dust

 

The key to his heart

Is flaked with rust

That turns to bloody dust

And no longer fits the lock

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Image found on vi.sualize.us

 

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