Words are dead—
Trapped:
inside fat cells,
boarders,
armed-guards-surrounding.
Love’s silent war…
I will take her prisoner.
A sledgehammer to the heart!
Before.
A soul can see. Touch.
Her bare.
Tears.
Confiscate fuel from the remains…
a heart.
Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte
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Dellymari's Blog 
Good writing ✍🏻
Thank you. 😊 It’s been a while. Writer’s/emotional block.
You’re welcome! That’s right. Haven’t seen you post for a long time. I have that sometimes. Hopefully you can get into the flow of writing again 🙂
Thanks! Yes, I certainly hope so. I appreciate you noticing and commenting now that I’m back (sort of) 😊