Barbed Wire

Soul Poetry

'No Tresspassing'

tattooed across soft skin

-warning label.

Barbed wire,

snaked around her heart.

Keeping out the uninvited.

Locked chains dragging

behind her feet,

in rhythmic tapping

to the heels

of black leather boots.

Dark eyes dart.

Wary, watchful,


Lips curled into false smile

of bravery.

She walks on through rains,



Every now and then,

her hand reaches,

to still, hard beating heart.

Only to be cut to bleeding once more,

on the barbed wire she placed there

to protect herself.

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