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Coal irises stare at crackling cherry ashes
Flames of amber grieve their death under burning matches
Incinerating every etched scar with which they collide
Feasting upon the wood that errs' to confide
Dousing it in the purest waters of spring blooms
Only rubs the bark, spreading the stench of falling fumes
A wreckage of marks on rough terrains
Cold rains flay off brown skin to reveal reed stains
Silver blades mine against blackbird tunes
Sloughing off every branch scrap sitting on lethal dunes
A contribution worthy of another song
Sing, bird, sing your ghostly melodies!
Haunting them will do you no wrong
Scorched logs stuck together till the smoked sap rips apart
Until then, they shall share all those tomentous scars
A curse so fiery yet broken;
Sucking every inch of the heat
Sinister aches not expected from once a gold seed
Seared them off alive;
The scars still remain,
Drowned their dying breaths;
The scars still remain,
Stabbed them to barebones;
The scars still remain.
Now, I bury them together
Because the curse is here to stay.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
ŞiirFeatured 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...
