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
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
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
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 16, 2014
This just emerged.
I saw a photo
of a burning rose
and thought, "Aha! There's a poem
here somewhere!"
I saw the rose on the site of
Deborah Brooks Langford
