10:22 pm, Thursday, 22nd May
Embraces of a stark breeze kiss a scarlet
hue upon her skin –
the skies above her hover, cloaked in navy
and barren of any light.
The moon dances across the skyline in secret,
hidden within an array of dark clouds
that drown out its soft rays.
All but light, radiates through her window
as she struggles with the tide that washes over
her every night.
Her sleeves are tainted in crimson uncertainty
that tugs itself across her skin in jagged lines.
All is quiet, yet in her mind the shouting
fails to cease.
Burning desire gives way to lingering doubt,
that tears at her slowly – painfully.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
