My relatives gave me close-lipped smiles,
Delicate gestures and porcelain doll faces
Surrounding me and staring into my soul,
False pity palpable as I shed pearl tears.
I glimpsed around the table,
My glance flitting across faux diamonds.
All of it dazzled like the decorated walls
That held ruby red and curling gold -
Gnarly claws against bright blood.
I look down, tracing the edge of plates
And lace that shimmer in ivory
As pure as polished bone.
I bow my head as I weep,
Waiting to see, in veils of crimson,
My sister's corpse.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PuisiExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
