her fingers pettled the blades
glided through the viridescent bine
touching the briars
until they were carved
and slowly the once ivory blades
turned into sanguine petals
and the verdant ground
revealed its vampiric nature.
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Poetryher ashes flew away, a kiss they blew and the other souls finally shone. she was just too bright for this world, let her go but the flames of her words will remain forevermore. ♡♡♡♡ © 2020 Aria Kami. All Rights Reserved
