Headed down a winding path flooded crimson,
Rubies dripping down my face and smothering sight.
I know that despite every plea I've written,
My heart lures me to where I'll drown in unforgiving night.
Fingertips that once kissed magnolias now grip swords
Not by the hilt, but by the blade.
Torn flesh is the only sought-after reward,
The call to pain the only one this soldier obeyed.
The mind demands frenzied fingers tear their own flesh apart,
Demands bones revolt against unity and writhe until they break.
Splattered scarlet is the only true form of art
To a heart that is desperate for a reprieve from an unending ache.
The mind torments a body it deems ill-fitted
In an attempt to reach one final act committed.
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From the Mouths of the Gods
ŞiirA collection of Greek-mythology inspired poems! If you enjoy, please check out my instagram @srhwrites 😊 Thanks for reading!
