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They trapped me in a gilded vase where the cold water scrapes me beneath
To keep the prickly stalk delicately hidden under my florid sheath
Do they wish for me to wear this awry red gown with the utmost elegance?
Then, I wish to gawk at their baffling ignorance
They mistake the speckles of snow on my dark canvas as a spectacle of nature,
And not question the thawed flakes that melt inside this entrancing creature
Can their brush strokes ever capture my wilted self on that desert of white?
Never; I only blossom to be one of their pleasant sights
They wrap their stubby fingers around my throat to breathe in the sweet scent
If only they could feel the thorns stuck deep in my stem, and lament
When will they tend to the curved sepals holding the crimson jewel above?
I have wondered for long as their symbol of love
They have never seen the amber grains I conceal under my blooming skirts
Ever since they plucked my damaged body from the radiant orchard
Oh, is it shuffling of feet I hear?
The pipes play as they spin others around without a fear
They lose themselves in the rosy tunes I can't bring myself to enjoy,
But all pause when an olive hand comes my way with an intent to destroy
Has my false home been finally shattered in pieces?
I think as I wither on the marble floor in front of my nemeses
They can clean the stains of misery as much as they can and replace me with another
But my perfumed fragrant will cease to disappear and continue to smother
Will I be forgotten as they continue to torment another hidden soul of the earth?
Of course, for they shall remain imbeciles forever
But let them try and shut their eyes to my bestowed curse.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoezieFeatured 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...
