She is sunset and moon rise.
A haunting jazz melody
Played at the end of the world.
The gentle snare snap
Holding back Hell.
Making those demons think twice
Before laying hands on her family.
The magnetic pull
Keeping me from jumping.
Like a stitched up heart
Still beating
Like a world blanketed in snow
Keeper of my soul.
Giver of life.


About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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