high and mighty.
I have gotten
used to this throne
beneath methe chill
my fingers
leave in their wake
my wishes
a mere heartbeat
awayevery clench of my heart
a burning
sting
in my chest
my lips
too heavy
to liftcontent
I
blow
the breath
worth a thousand
million poundsmy spirit
honing
my skills--teach me!
a silent plead
fog the airha
it says
not so easily
I sigh
I will stay
and I will
perish
till the
moon
takes
me
with
her
.
.
.©VioletEden
23rdMay2017
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Vermillion
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