she was born from a dying star
daughter of the milky way
she collided into earth
and brought down cities
and rose them up again
their knees fell and bled
as a child emerged from the ashes
moon dust clenched in one hand
and their hearts in her other
she grew and was raised
among the plum fields
living off of sweet nectar
and pomegranates
she had the face of a goddess
and the blood of a mortal
prancing in harmony
in an unforgiving kingdom
a cloak of stars draped on one arm
the sun carved in the other
and the moon adorned her brow
a battle chant cries softly in her ear
the soles of her feet rough
from venturing too far into the warzone
lioness blood stains her lips
and drips from her finger
she licks them in cruel satisfaction
she breaks her bones and bends them into stars
she is made of fractured glass
and ripped seams
light trying to escape through the tears
her eyes
a watercolor pallet of green and gold
madness and intellect
swirling in her pupils
and a careless glint in her eye
femme fatale
they whisper
as her shadow passes by
her kiss is rumored to burn
to char
warm honeysuckle breath lingers
in the smell of burned flesh
she stains their lips with her lioness blood
the daughter of the skies did not belong
she wrecked havoc
and brought peace
she slaughtered
and gave life
she suffered
and offered light
she was what our world needed
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Flowers for the Soul
PoetryThis is a book of poetry, these poems may not be flowers to your soul but they are flowers from mine. Born from late night creativity and sorrow.
