I was enraptured in your eyes,
twin orbs of burnt coals.
I saw the flames dance past your teeth
in the form of words.
They enchanted me,
these flames.
Floating above my head
and twirling their way into my ears and lips.
I saw the sparks reflect in my own eyes,
lighting it's way across my skin.
You forged me a dress
of fire and smoke
that lit my way through the shadows
that bombarded me with your absence.
But I wish you'd told me,
before the flames left your mouth,
that fire burns.
And when it burns,
it scars.
At least when the inferno is hot enough,
it numbs.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
