a flower of silence blooms on her bitten lips,
exudes a scent and a shine that makes the window dim,
the lamp, dark;
makes the thorns she swallows
a little less:
painful,
a little more:
seductive.
distracts from the shapeless sighs,
clawing,
drowning;
in estuaries of crimson,
embracing wind for the last time,
weighing it with tired whispers of help me.
makes her a little more lovely,
wrings out her poison,
so she is a shell,
bleeding and caring, bleeding and caring
till even her rivers of crimson,
pale against the shades of its malice.
The flower of silence blooms,
and it kills her inside.
- A.G
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Bloom.
Teen Fictiona collection of words ( memoir?) heavy edged with emotion and gently laced with confession. Somewhat encapsulated in the form of poems. Some mine, some not. inspired by literature, songs, real realities and fabricated/alternative ones.
