Smeared blood into arrows
On the cheeks; white as diamond
Starched as hospital linen
Ladders up the spine
Where the ghosts of Raven's wings
Drift in mindless memory
As cast thee from a heavenly throne
To replace gold
With stone
And the heart-
With bone.
~
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Smeared blood into arrows
On the cheeks; white as diamond
Starched as hospital linen
Ladders up the spine
Where the ghosts of Raven's wings
Drift in mindless memory
As cast thee from a heavenly throne
To replace gold
With stone
And the heart-
With bone.
~
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