traydor na pag-ibig (a traitorous love), marion aunor, 00.25.
this happens every time, the bitter thought plagued my mind.
crimson stains ivory robes, past a wound i've been impaled through in every lifetime i ever lived.
overlooking the dull throb and the sword impaling my ribs, i staggered to face the traitorous vipers i had considered my dearest allies. the woman they dethroned me for, a crook i once dared to call sister, looked down on me with lidded eyes. she wore the crown i had rightfully earned and carried.
my lungs haemorrhaged. once. twice.
passive, hardened expressions stared back at me. they said nothing back.
this happens every time.
"viva la reina caida," i whisper with my dying breath. i crumple to the marble floor.
long live the fallen queen.
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[15] - alto symphonies.
Poetry𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥. original poetry i wrote at fifteen.
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