I’m a fingerprint in the dust

I’m a fingerprint in the dust
A skin on the featureless heart
This time the turmoil of the heart
Engulfs me and blasts the dust away.

Me – very few have seen me!
My identity hasn’t conquered anybody.

The turmoil of my featureless heart
Erases all personality with its quaking
Binds and shackles me to its babyish agonies;
And dissolves my face in its fire.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012