Unending gasps of scratches trail into the nape of neck
Internal screams of plea, no one can hear
She bows before her mind, enslaved to its darkest desires
The thoughts churn to create a poison
the color of fruits tainted with the bit of red
Courtesy of the Queen, her fretfulness for tradition
Hold tight of your gown ripped to shreds
its use has not run dry yet
Let it fall into a puddle of red around your bow
appease to her and the crown
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Lovely Lavender
PoesíaLavender can symbolize sacredness in ancient Greece, adorning temples and shrines, or high social status in ancient Rome with how expensive they were to buy and grow. In meditation and yoga, the color of the flower itself represents the 7th chakra...
