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I sit idle tolerating their dances of debauchery
My wide palms under tinsel trays serving their savagery
'Maid, give us more wine!'
I heed their inflaming whine
Locking the raucous rage inside
Lush lips swallowing sweets of my drudgery
Labour soaked in soft bread to feed this menagerie
'Maid, give us more food!'
I bow down like a fearful fool
Keeping my monstrous fires cool
One slit of throat,
And I shall be unbound;
One noble garb,
And I shall mount,
The gold ladder where I lay at the rusted rung
Letting them slip on the red elixir on which I could be drunk
'Maid, will you not clean this up?'
My tongue knotted as I give a good scrub
My teeth stitched together, unable for any words to erupt
Distant yet so near from their unseemly activities
Unafraid yet so aware of their screaming profanities
'Maid, will you not wash them?'
Laden fingers curled inside like a rooted stem
Draining the angry flush out of my face as I caress the hem
One drop of poison,
One drop of blood,
And I could wear a crown
Erasing my internal frown.
'Maid, where are you?'
Lost in my frayed dreams
'Maid, we need you!'
But I need not face you
'Maid, come, now.'
No, I want to drown in my murderous thoughts
I will return in some time,
Once I have changed after committing cavernous crimes.
-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...
