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Crimson Promise

the gods told me

that while we lay last night

they wound a tiny red ribbon

around our little fingers

 

a ceaseless pinky promise

stitched into the fabric of our skin

to be tangled and stretched

but never severed

 

snaking through stars and satellites

for the destined ones

to seek each other

calamity after calamity

 

tonight our worlds have separated

by time, place and circumstance

but we will meet again

when our shadows find their way out of the dark

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Written by
marissa-cooper
Malaysian
Published
May 18, 2013
Lines·Words
16·80
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This is based on a Japanese/Chinese fable on the promise of soul mates. (In Malay, we call this 'jodoh') The Red Thread of Fate believes that a deity ties a tiny red ribbon around the pinky finger of destined lovers. Regardless of the thread being stretched and tangled, it will never tear in hopes of leading them back to each other.

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