He asked her to expose herself
Every inch of her soul,
So she peeled away her skin
And underneath lay dead flower petals
Falling through the bleach fractured bones.
Her heart was unfurled
A flower bloomed too soon
Dried out by too many monsoons.
The muscles exposed beneath the flesh
Yellowed and rotting
From the poison breathed against her lips
With each new promise
Each new whispered hope,
They promised love
They promised healing
But they exhaled intoxication
Slowly poisoning the garden
That had slowly grown
And flourished
For seventeen years.
He beheld it all
Tracing the cracks along her cartilage
Caressing the flower petals
Gently singing until they began
Their slow rebirth,
Sewing up her clear
Into a whole being
Mended and darned,
Gently brushing her lips
Keeping all the broken promises
Destroying the demons
That almost destroyed her.
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Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
