Melted Iris

By Shelley M. Latreille

Mysteries reveal what time will not unravel.
Train your mind to bend words effectively.
Your mind slices thoughts into voluptuous slivers.
They are pieces of my mind contained within the molecules of your thoughts.
Suspicious minds slay utterly.
Flowering minds fight cunningly.
Trees with eyes for leaves weave hypnotically in the gentle breeze.
Eyes with fingers smash into infinity, while trees consume bodies allegorically.
The mind is its own universe.
Our promised destiny creates a noose that forms our shadow,
strangling its existence and extinguishing your soul,
simply leaving a hollow vessel that stares blankly towards nothingness.
Choose your own path and plan our destiny...