The mirror shone like emeralds
Like his tears that shone like pearls
And his wrists were the rubies,
His blade were gold.
He moved his crystal hands
That were ringed with saphire
And his iron hair strands,
And fake copper smiles.
Look up to the jewellery boy,
For he shines like a diamond
Under his heart of black carbon;
Immersed in his soul of obsidian.
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Petals & Dust
PoesiaP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
