Echoes

Echoes of my mother from the grave.
Interred within a frozen tomb, enraged.
Suffocating 'neath the weight of world.
Imagining the warmth of growth - a rose.
Opening by powers of the sun.
Believing that she is the only one.
Sinking deeper into sleep.
Where demons roar and angels weep.
In echoes of another long lost grave...

? Michaelette ?

1/15/2005
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