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I wish to rest in peace but they disturb my harmony
But wouldn't it be a shame for them to miss this tragedy?
Their hurried sounds of feet on walnut interrupt my sleep
Everybody moved in their gowns and heels like a black herd of sheep
I stare deep into the forced sorrow in their damp eyes
As if I don't notice their wicked scarlet smiles
My hair may have gone grey and my purple irises dull
But this mind hasn't forgotten about their troubled scandals
A marquise who calls herself my cousin couldn't wipe away her tears of grief
This fragile body of mine made these relatives cry out in disbelief
Never mind the papers of my ancestors I possess
And let me not notice the anguish running through their veins in distress
A lord uncle bows down to greet me in sickness
Because I, of course, cannot recall his schemes that put my mother under duress
They pretend our tree has always been full of sweet peaches
Ignoring crystal blades spat out under the guise of warm kisses
When the night had fallen and the snow settled on the glass
I breathed the gardens they desired along with the luscious grass
And as my white nails pierce the violet bedsheet
I sacrifice the papers to the dark and drink the laced tea in glee.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PuisiFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
