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Oh, glass, why shall you reflect?
The dark scars rooted in this destructed face
A tilted posture and discernible lack of grace
You are the only friend I have
A tinted enemy I made
For the marks you refuse to fade
Oh, glass, why shall you reflect?
The crooked fangs of a weeping witch
A body twisted enough to be thrown in a ditch
You are the sole truth-teller
I am a wistful masquerade reveler
I wish it to be simply an illusion
Your broken stroke of aversion
Yet I know it to be a reality
An unspoken hideous rarity
Limp limbs,
Weathered wings,
Wounds that still sting
Wouldn't I love for you to be stabbed into a hundred shards?
Along with my brutal reflection
A deformed human trapped inside
Screaming through-
Blinding days,
Thunderous nights,
An urge to destroy you I perpetually fight
Rage burns,
Contained in a melancholic urn;
Auburn irises stare back,
Into your celestial aura;
I hope to rip them apart to the finest thread,
And fix misshapen coal embers in their stead
A prettier aid for my hysteria
Wouldn't I love for my coarse skin to be peeled and disparaged?
A scenery you would ravage
Lest I walk away,
You shall throw insults in my face,
And I shall take them with grace
For I am aware of your disgust,
Darker than a blackbird's flight.
Your avoidant sight,
More visible than copper rust.
Oh, glass, what shall you reflect?
Once I reject your service
Hopefully, an actual beauty wrapped in the loveliest lattice.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PuisiFeatured 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...
