Empty bottles of paint,
running wild in the sink.
Poisoning themselves and
burning alone in the hills.
Cold black feathers stained with
pride and brittle promises.
Lip blemishes on her thighs,
on her daggers and on her
triumph - on her.
Dried skin burning in
pain and remains of the
chess chunks.
Head heavy with flowers
and golden victory.
Dresses of sequin covering
hips with veins of prayers.
Her innocence was stolen;
innocence that crushed diamonds,
innocence that played the lightening,
innocence that cracked the stars.
Colours of that closet, that no
one knew but she did -
Because that was her Kingdom,
A kingdom of the black bride.
~Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
