Light reflects in the smoke
That comes out of their dry lips
Like a halo at their fingertips
Dressed in tainted white
Shivering at the chill air
On their fragile skin
Taste numbing their mouth
With burning sensations
And the blood of their tongue
Pulling out their teeth
And swallowing them
With each word they speak
"A father you truly are
For I stand abandoned
Barefoot on the rugged ground"
Their legs, too weak to stand
Their eyes, too blinded by the light
Their chest, too tight to breathe
And their wings, scattered
On the ground, discoloured
And on their back, bloody and raw
Beautiful angel scars
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Poems of a fallen caffeine addict
PoetryVarious poems I write in my free time. Often short, about supernatural beings, lust, mental illness. Dark, messy and irrational ramblings from a woman who doesn't know how to cope other than with words.
