vines of her fate tangled in a mess,
half dampened with ocean salted tears,
half stained in cultured blood;
some resting wilted sick flowers,
some blooming rose bush in a corner;
dark hues and flash lights blinked feverishly inside,
night sky and stars exhaled quiet whispers of confused comfort and mocking snides,
all pronouncing lonesome beauty in the mess of its bereft hive.
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the scars on your skin and soul taste like moondew i licked the first time i realized i was in love with you and the second night i learnt you loved me back — i tasted moondew on my tongue, felt the lightest of feathers tickle the depths of my heart, had my stomach sunk in with the whispers of a few hundreds of thousands of blooming wings...
//excerpt from my next prose poetry book (will publish tomorrow).
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| MOONDUST |
Poetry❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
