|| FEATURED IN THE OFFICIAL WATTPAD POETRY PROFILE UNDER THE READING LIST "STYGIAN SKIES-DARK"||
- 24/09/2020
❝It wasn't lethal when you touched me,
It was lethal when I tasted your touch.
God forbid, it tasted like a blind's...
When you shouted in the void tired that your memories are now six feet under, you were left with no choice than dance to howls and surreal thunder.
My dear Amaranthine, like your mother named you The name is your only inheritance other than false pride and copious pain Who'll benefit more, an orphan of a prosperous family, than you?
You dangled like an apple, you fell from the tree The pests are you open, cider vinegar in your breath You rot with the wounds, you blossomed with a smile Finally, someone adopted you, you became the apple of the eye.
Painted the walls and painting the fence Rocky road skies and bubblegum aches Ash was your water, smoke was your air You'd paint what you wanted you to be, peppermint pence.
Then you met me, I came close Brushing the crusty blood, like rubies and rose The spec(k)s of broken glass, how they mistook it for freckles The pearl rope hanging from the sandalwood The scent of death left a necklace, red pearls tattooed on your neck.
Oh, my love, how you'd play the guitar When out of tune, you'd pluck my heart Strong by string, note by note Your melodies will play a bloodied tone.
When you'll realise how your pepper madness burnt my wound, plunged me into sadness I withered, you tethered, by the mountain Letting your sins and my ashes wash, by the rain.
You became the villain your mum saw in her husband You became the villain your kin wanted dead You became vanilla moon's coffee scars that night, The lullabies and folklores make you haunt, the ghost who remembers that night.
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