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Angelonia Dec 2020
the fire had touched
and tasted
every bit of me,
through hungry eyes,
and calculated grins,
to constant searing of my skin
that burns away
my battered heart
flourished in flames,
i'll return to you

our love
is the epitome of lost,
undeniably cold,
but i never minded frostbite
your icy hands, unfamiliar,
softly holding me
with pale fingers
unweaving all that's melted
until tears crystalize
into icicles..
it's true,
i never minded frostbite.

chill the wounds
into ecstasy
with you,
i am me.
Angelonia Nov 2020
your goblet's blackened by brutal hues
impermeable by the brightest votives
to keep it stained, for that you choose
yet tolerate vile guileful motives

athena, do not consume the tainted
nor abide through its undying taste
to touch your lips is to tempt the sainted;
only the tamed find a liquid's laced

remember poison's sour travesty
much bitter than agate wizened in old;
you've deepened, now, the amber stained cavities
coupling within your mouth of gold

refuse the chalice, dirtied of worth,
merely blurring balance bruising trust
athena, skewed muses forsake the earth
and your mercy has it on all of us.
The Hands of Six
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Angelonia Oct 2020
Through the thicket and tempting tweet
coo downy gazes of passerine;
For 'yond it's feathers darkened blue,
I reached up, calling after you.
must be fate
Angelonia Oct 2020
Intertwining vines between thin fingers,
ones which bear knives but adorn blossoms and bliss—
The once crafted petals pouring deep into carved wounds,
as crimson hues cascade, thorns threading every stitch

Whilst sewed beneath the seam, a poison I had dreaded so
which skewed my sharpened vision, my heart weakened to a woe
The stitch I sew is weak, although, must I dread when we're apart?
For the venom strikes within my veins and steals my somber heart.
Written July 2019
Angelonia Sep 2020
The moon seemed strange that night;
even in depths of sky, washed out, deep,
sickly mundane, dreary, threadbare
You sigh, it's nothing new,
the clasp of a pathetic idolized painting
It all
continuously fades into background noise.

A distant light cuts through the window
A plane, maybe, branching off into night
seen once to be forgotten, perhaps a detail forged by your mind—
This reality you lust for through skewed vision,
you, the puppeteer,
are twisting your only perception.

The constant buzzing will only get louder
you choose to ignore the aches as it shrieks
It's panting, drooling, devouring you inside out
teaching you the coppery taste of blood—
Mundanity can't be the answer, right?

Perhaps it is in human nature
to aimlessly claw towards the clouds
Bright, unrealistic,
encaptivating,
obedient, fulfilling the hunger of need,
it can be what you will it,
far more enticing than any night sky

So you heave your broken body along,
even far after your bones have died.
After all,
everything was already fractured to begin with.

Ah, well...

Close the curtains,
you were once scared of the dark
The moon, tired, beaten to death
still gawked at, its lifeless body, cold
You observe its scars, the wounds caving deep,
breathing shallow and bitter,
leave it to rest
and dance around in a hypnotic, bittersweet picture

For yes, you and the moon are one and the same;
All of it,
everything,
entirely corpse.
up for interpretation
Angelonia Mar 2019
together
the first flower bloomed
with her sisters
we watched it waver
as storms weeped
and weathered
we planted more seeds
of glowing hope
wishing, one day  
we could see
it flourish
into a beautiful garden
we could explore
forever
Angelonia Feb 2019
i dreamt about someone
i don't want to remember,
my heart begged not to think
but it overcame me;
the promises i lost
and memories i keep,
why can't escape you,
even when i sleep?

dream, #2

i'd call it more of a nightmare.
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