queens are not devised from soft delicacies
or ornate things
they do not break under pressure or shatter into shards of glass;
fire
and spines of iron hold them up against the infidelities
of a world that tends to
soil their tapestries of blood and bone.
she is one of those queens
ruined by her people;
she tirelessly works for the happiness of others
all the while never seeking a piece of solace
for herself
this queen will not give up on her trials
biting the darkness between her teeth
swallowing the light from her irises
people see that she is ruthless
nefarious
but her heart ignites even the most
scalding flames
she will never show the scars within her cage
the prison that she has hollowed out
swallowing down the key
people wondered why she became a ghost
not knowing why she chose to haunt herself
queens don't take off their crowns
because when it reaps
the eyes of others
a reckoning is summoned
my queen does not wear a crown
she finds her power in the mouths of lions
the sockets of scavenging death birds
wanting to pick off the pieces
that withered away
my queen does not yield to the prowling nights
that claw at the backs of people's minds
nor does she fear the rise of a new dawn
she smiles at the scythe given to the fallen
and graces the lands with all her glory
fearless of a non-succumbing place that is nothing but gory
- A Legend of Queens
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Thorns in Elysian Fields
PoetryA collection of poems that embodies themes of Greek mythology, growth, revival, healing, and love. "she tasted stars between the cracks of her teeth, wondering what it would be like to devour the universe."
