Graveyard

please don’t knock at this door.
this is a strange place.
you may turn white.

all the windows are
closed and blanket–veiled.

what is sun?
there’s no such morning here.

it’s always cold,
and there’s no fireplace.

and you won’t be able
to spot the jigsaw puzzle
of a human’s heart
laying battered here and there.
you may crush them.

this room is a graveyard
of dreams and love.
stay away, there’s no god
here to help you.
stay away, let the evils party.

© Sanna Wren

(the image is taken from Pinterest)

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