I sat with my anger all day along,
Venom leaking as she swore,
Garlanded in furious red crystals
I'd never known that wrath looked so beautiful.
Late Night stumbled,
Our drunk lover smelling of the universe and her secrets;
Bumbling with a navy blue hue.
As the cold set in,
I turned to Anger for warmth.
And that was when she told me,
My venomous beauty showed me,
Her true name etched on her bosom
Grief, she whispered.
That's who I am.
All the love you couldn't give, she whispered.
Angry bites, they've left behind.
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Sunshine, Autumn Witches & Other Lies
PoetryA collection of poems that have whatsoever no connection to what I'm feeling but nevertheless has been written. You know, because if I have to be sad might as well make it aesthetic.
