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She is the color of passion ー The heated sighs and whispers of promises to be broken in cold, lonely nights. She is the color of kisses ー Chafed and bruised in stolen Moments, never to be experienced again. She is the color of scorn ー Laughter, icy and vengeful, over desperate pleas as they fall to Bitter ears. She is the color of women, of mother and child, Forgotten and forsaken ー a ransom paid for one eternal Night.
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
scar·let\ˈskär-lət\ n.
She is the color of passion ー The heated sighs and whispers of promises to be broken in cold, lonely nights. She is the color of kisses ー Chafed and bruised in stolen Moments, never to be experienced again. She is the color of scorn ー Laughter, icy and vengeful, over desperate pleas as they fall to Bitter ears. She is the color of women, of mother and child, Forgotten and forsaken ー a ransom paid for one eternal Night.
A piece that will be part of my poem anthology called Erebus & Eros. I'm still piecing the manuscript but I don't hesitate to share some of the pieces. You can say this is fitting for Women's Day (and yes, I know I missed it by a week)
#day#red#color#feminism#female#women#scarlet#abused#womens
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kastrid
28/Gender Fluid
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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