The powder from the guns
Raises to the sky
Gets in blood by my gums
Answers all your whys
And I will never hide again
You'll see my face of pain
Everything was just so perfect
Before I hit the ground
Sometimes I just get so much into myself
That I see things you never could
My thinking goes too fast
I need to break a glass
I'm in a ballroom I need to escape
But nowhere feels safe
And this ballgown is making me go under
And my mind is so asunder
My eyes are TV screens
Pictures flashing very quick
Like lungs flooded with neurotoxin
I'll hold my hand up, everything in my fist
I should be a queen of blood in a white dress
With a silver sword command my army of undead
In my palace of pearls
And in my tower of ivory
I'm a war savvy, revenge is savory
All of that silverware
Tried to make me less hyperaware
As I laid unconsciously in its lair
In a net was caught all my hair
And in dream screaming curses and "not fair"
And finally at night
I found my place and peace
Sleeping on the branches over the cliff
Slithering and snuggling up the still living paper
Like the snake you locked out of Eden
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In The Shadows
PoésieMy fourth poetry book, all about introspection in this time of lockdown.