prompts: "burning sapphires" "harvest moonlight"
AHHH i'm obsessed with night imagery
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when your
summer-warm breath
eases open my windows
of prismatic crystal,
the billowing silk curtains
of pale rose
gently part,
the night rushing in
uninvited.
i wade through
the bleached light
rippling on
the bare floorboards,
cool against my soles.
soon, i will harvest
this moonlight
from the shallow dishes
of my cocoa eyes
when the night
drips away
like melted charcoal.
for now, i lean into
the comforting palm
of darkness,
the heavy velvet
studded with burning sapphires
that wear death's perfume
(the thick scent of grief
and roses rotten),
remaining wildly beautiful
even when their cut edges
leave raised, rosy scars.
jagged constellations
that hold echoes
of cries
the dark tries to
glamorize.
love,
mari
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for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
