What Flows Below

Pour from head

to toe go below

thoughts to tell

what heart grows.

Here my world

your power sews

sacred a thread;

halo’s crescendo.

Yet a dark holds

caustic thunder.

Tell me dear of

power I’m under.

Tip your head I

see spilt heart a

twisted thing it

spilled forth say.

Tell truth though

burn your tounge

words real to feel

and those for fun.

Reach my ear I

hear symphonies

that stitch torn

heart’s arteries.

Upside down it

let pour to floor

tar that did scar;

your words tore.

(Image: Pinterest/Animation: Jared Winchester/Content: Jared Winchester)

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