Masterpiece (raven 4)

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"She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings." (Atticus)


Her heart has been broken

and stitched back together a thousand times.

His rose has withered in the concrete, 

trampled by weeds.


The knife that tore her apart,

the needle that mended her skin.

The tears that poisoned his eyes

caressed the wilted petals.


The fire that burned through their time

now rages inside their soul,

the darkness that unleashed demons

fuels the spark in their eyes.


The words that haunted them

like phantoms in the night,

Messages in cracked bottles

drowning in a silent sea,

were glass jars of Greek fire,

an explosion illuminating the sky.


The words,

shards of glass, ghosts of the past

withered flowers, cracked concrete, wilted petals

stained knives, bleeding heart, silver needles, shattered mirrors

torn shackles, rusted crown, covered scars, burning ashes,

gold and diamonds, broken things, fallen walls

screaming echoes of love songs

newborn flowers

and

an

explosion of

words

.

.

.


the tears

and colors

that

.

.

.

fall

to the ground

like rain

.

.

.

the

pain

and hurt

that

.

.

.

grew and

blossomed into

flowers

.

.

.

life

is a canvas

.

.

.

we

are the

masterpiece

.




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