Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker

Fairytale

Quieten those scars and bruises,
Hush them at all costs,
Like the morning sky smoothens the pits,
Left by the labile stars,
For they talk of the nights
You mistook and fell short, for
The four-letter flints
That coaxed your parched twigs to rub together.

The forest fire raged.

You laughed- while the sparks beckoned the heaven-
Missing those embers that thudded the doors of hell with your blood,

All watched you- unmoved,
Cause you were moving,
Consumed by the taste of mutilation,
wrapped in ecstasy-

You howled, terrified,
The wilderness fled,
You panted alone on the grounds,
Slick with the scent of humiliation,
While everyone tightened their vendetta mask.

All that remained were ashes and the past,
And you-
with your once-delectable curves, now gnawed,
Writhed like a worm in your bed,
Salting- what was preservable in your tears,
Blaming your mother for letting the nurse
Cut the cord between you.

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