gathering up the remains
shattered souldander
to fill the forge
an iron maiden
with white hot spikes
to cast a less
broken image of ache
a stained glass persona
splitting the light
into a paradoxical prism
of colors undreamt
in shades of heartthistle
as the emotional refuse
simmers in molten dissonance
my mind lingers on those
that came with bright smiles
open arms and posionous
self serving intentions
preying on good nature
vampires addicted to their
own reflections in other
people’s rapturous glares
inflicting pains because
anything else is beyond them
stains that taint the room
throwing darts at soft spots
just playing with their food.