midnight seeps through
the transparency of the foregone,
awakening aurora amidst
darkened minds. orchestrated
harsh music blares past the ears,
swirling bloody designs
upon emaciated wrists. a paper
blanket engulfs her paper soul,
choppy rips drenched in hiraeth sorrow.
shivers caress the ensemble of her spine,
crushing ivory bones into a syrup
of fairy dust; sacrificing her ashes
for the beauty of the moon. amaranthine
desires pulse shattered hopes into her sooty
orbs, enshrouded by isolation
possessing her lover's name.
her lover: shredding suicide notes
with tender gestures, melding hanged
ropes into a rescue down the scintillating abyss.
her lover - you.
~ you
this was originally part 1 to the poem before lol
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
