Obsession,
clawed her way
through bramble chasms
up to Heaven’s Gate.
Denial was never
a syllable
in her name.
Constantly reflecting,
she was made up
of everything.
No end.
No consequence.
Merely another
piercing infatuation.
Sleep,
when dreams occur,
for her,
was just further
motivation.
An artist,
seeking to perfect
the flaws in creation.
Even Hell
could not contain
such singular
fascination.
So, up she climbed,
until she knew
salvation.
DJR – 2023
