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his fingers trembled
as his mind traipsed toward
the lethal road
of insanity
the girl, the rooftop, and the sky
were far from his mind
as his demons looked him in the eye
drizzling lies
down his throat
lies that he was meant to die
that he was to fall, not fly
they ripped the forests off his skin
stuffed handfuls of virulent bluebells
into his straining lungs
at the touch of their cold fingers
and their fingernails caked with blood
that left scars on his bones
his mind turned into water
that drowned him internally
the tick of the clock
magnified in his brain
like screeches of chalk
on chalkboards
through the empty house that was not home
he had to fight himself alone
so he pressed a note into the piano
as he played
the notes turned into blue humpback whales
their skin coated with a layer
of turquoise gems
seagulls flew from his fingertips
into an abyss of salty spray
and ocean wider than the sky
as he played
the melody turned into
red kites soaring freely away
toward the edge of the universe
into a dull gray sky
of a black and white world
as he played
the music turned into a poem
with some parts that rhymed
and others that didn't align
(like this one)
he played lachrymose tunes
of burnt wings and battlefields turned red
of sunflowers turning toward skies of umbra
of star crossed lovers caught in vendettas
of heart shatters bestrewed across the universe like stars
he played heartfelt lines
of rainbow colored strands of sound
coming from black and white keyboards
of a girl and boy who lost themselves in each other
and found home in each other's eyes
on days like this when
numbness and anxiety mixed
to plant flowers of stone
in his aching bones
when he was all alone
when none of his parents were home
he still had music
for him to own
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THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD
أدب المراهقين[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
