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I keep tripping in amber piny circles
Poking my way through loosely frayed hurdles
Freckles of glitter sparkle on the rigid veneer
I keep turning around endlessly, careful not to make a tear
I first spin around the silver threads
Their blinding sheen rid me of my glimmering dread
But then they itch me with a prickling brutality
Instilling in its fibers of pride and vanity
I barely catch my breath when dark strings wrap around the needle
A piercing weapon if only it wasn't so feeble
These soft yarns bleed a mesmerizing midnight blue
A sigh of relief at the caress of wisdom I run through
Yet I should have anticipated the strands of misery
Their dismaying grazes decimate any waves of clarity
Leave my gilded self alone!
I'd rather you smash my legs and silence these groans
Now I find myself rotating scarlet cords
I should've known its impassioned romance felt odd
They trick me with their riddles of revenge
Shades of fiery blood that pose me a challenge
Stop this act of lunacy!
I can no longer bear your obduracy!
I already smell the reeking raven filaments
Masquerading as this mysterious fragment
But what if I look past the deathly scent?
Could this be an assumption that forever leaves me in a state of lament?
A black rose standing under the haughty stars
Commanding the crackling fire to burn away the past
The indigo river washing over the ashes as it flows at its feet
A new beginning now laces around the sharp spokes of my wheel.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured 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...
