Withering

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My insecurities were feathers

Sprouting from thrashes of jealousy

It was a murder of crows turned black in despair

With metal in their liquid cries


I've been counting the blessings on white wings

Angelic and celestial splendor

Watching a girl dance in shades of gold

Her being of every tincture of sunlight

Spread out in waves of radiance

Though rosy flames are sour on my tongue


My eyes once held glass reflections of you

But now shards of tears fill my pupils

A shattered mosaic of disarray

The faces all blur with silver lines cracking the irises

I saw pieces of heaven and pieces of my heart

Flickers of how it could've been in bloodshot hallucination


I was a feast on the cavern floors

A display of bones caught in the gore

And when I tried to assemble the parts

I crumbled down into skeletal dust

I was washed away by the tides white lies

Waiting for those mocking caws and scorched eyes

To take me away from blood

~Kes


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