If you listen close
You'll hear her voice
Drifting in the wind.
It pulls you in,
Like a melody being sung
To a fragile baby.
It ensconced you,
Pulling you into the deep,
Dark depths and never letting you escape.
Her cries for help are silent,
Where as her cries of happiness are heard.
“I’m just another story”
Is what she tells herself
Over and over again
As she tries so hard
To hold on.
She has a story in her eyes,
And those who choose to search
Unravel the mystery that she is,
And still remains to be.

etched under my skin
flame roses blister

scars on the palms
of my hands bleed
stigmata thorns

my eyes freeze to crystal
the tears around my neck are
fashioned in lace black obsidian

my lips - the color of amber
and fire - are vows
never broken

my moons are scarlet
my stars are cold
my sun is silver
and beaten GOLD


soulsurvivor
9/16/2014

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