She bled roses on the charred floors
Raw glass fractured along wasted skin
She was withered away by the flooding depths
The water overlapping in churning vermillion
A dead portrait, cold and bloodless
She bled charcoal and starless tears
Shuddering hands pallid with iridescent shards
Black boiling on her fingertips
Lifted by a breathing touch of warmth
An evaporation of murky rivulets
She bled ghostly eyes upon the world
Fixated by a touch of fire
Electricity surging down her spine
Her frame gathered, yet splintered
Cautious words from a glass tongue
She bled scarred and faint sunlight
Now dancing upon the past shards of fears
Sailing away on the broken rivers
Liquid of translucent melancholy
Away, away she let go
And she learned to swim
~ Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoesieThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
