Cryptic, your soul
Fragile glass capillaryties
Stopped blood in silence veins
Pelargonic sound of traces.
Shattered branches in the woods;
The night crawling the forgotten corpses,
Of my past memories
Of your post renaissance painting.
Sunflower crown
Shining blindly
Hitting roughly
Your feelings, one time.
A role in a dramatic act
Playing all over again
My allergies to people
My love for a man.
Vulcanic, my temper
When devil tangles his tail around you
Howling my mind
Speaking my muted life.
Missing witness
Splintered throat
Disintegrate heavy swords
Uproot my authenticity, rot.
YOU ARE READING
sunrise storm || poetry
Şiirbecause my soul needs to be fed and my thoraxes need to collide in my mind, one lonely place for your shimmering heart.
