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her hair is red and her nails as sharp as her words as they dig into my palms and leave little white crescents on my otherwise beige skin. the moons then turn red under my watch and seem to cruelly smile wider and wider in my face, as does she.
i run from her and i run from the me that follows her steps, when she walks through the same trail that played as my escape and sets the forest aflame in her wake.
the echo of her roars rack me from all edges there are, until there's one tearing out of my own throat. it's a never-ending war between us; the red of her touch seeking way into my flesh and me clawing away further at the fragments she has pierced into.
her dark lashes cast their shadows upon my soul and with a flick of her wrist, she turns the entire sky hostile. thunder blares in the sky and leaves a sinister, recurring reflection of silver in her eye.
i call her my worst enemy but she shakes her head before reminding me that she's my only company.
all of my other emotions seep into her and she, who goes by wrath, turns them all into a clump of scarlet and hands it back to me, over and over and over, until she is all i have; her existence my beginning, and my own just a shame.
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
