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I am ripping apart at the seams
Frayed stitches patching my torn-up dreams
My raucous screams bounce off the tawny cypress
A rusting copper strangles the indigo collar despite my roaring protests
Muddy stains slapped on my sapphire bodice
Grimy blades of grass tangled in the cyan lattice
My rotten fumes never reach the coral gown hung near me
Its sunstones dare not light up the shadows of a banshee
It averts its gaze from this wrinkled misery
Who am I to plague the sight of this shimmering beauty?
Searing marks from the coal embers you refused to remove
Stepping on clouds of velvet ashes from the sparks you approved
My wrung self glares at their rosy pride
A splendid spirit ignorant of my dismaying plight
I knot the laces of envy at their fragility with the glowing garb
If only I was that silk feast on which they harp
Dragging me through blue icicles prickling my skin
A cast of snow to numb the pain of my supposed sins
I silently weep at the robe being straightened to its core
Washing any blemish they didn't take notice of before
My whimpers serve no purpose to them
Just a dirty piece of cloth they had condemned
Trapping myself in the wooden shelter where my heavy breaths were neglected
Sobbing in quiet as the malicious soul you dejected
Why should I blame the magnificent garment for my tragedy?
You are the only one worthy of this warped scrutiny!
The fields of sorrow;
The fires I had to swallow:
The piercing winter storm;
Tailored me into this solitary form.
Some day, these insults will ring forever in your malign ears,
And I shall finally wipe away my velvet tears.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured 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...
