Karma loves to be a curse,
Her many ways of Comedy,
Her hair flowing knots,
In Branches, in Vines...
In Viscera from your heart. 
Her Keys that work on nothing but torture,
You have no way out,
So you settle down.
The Membrane of Eternity,
Keeping insanity at hand,
The Truth is...
Karma is holding the one you love,
Till only all that is left,
Stares you down,
A lifeless skull,
Of your true love. 

Artwork and Poetry
© 2024 Miss Kat J Phillips
"I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be"