Teach me to swim,
With the salty taste of seawater to match bitter sentiments.
Weeping,
I threw you down on mined crystals,
Tasting the purest form of tears.
Then, you smiled.
Not bleeding red,
Gathering my dust to make a circle,
I trap you.
Drawing hearts on my face with your golden blood,
You never taste like iron.
You sprinkle flecks into my eyes,
That do not dissolve,
Or glow like your obsidian marbles.
Your elements are not pure,
A sinful mut of beauty.
You tickle me with your soft blows,
Catch me as I collapse,
Before I refuse to travel to the journey's end.
Now I am left crunching gravel underneath my blisters.
While I forsake our abandoned waterfall.
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
