Glass Tattoo

Strangling a sea of bittersweet, a crimson lullaby, Bubbles of iridescent black, hearing angels cry. Flames of roses, frozen thorns, amethyst serenade, Starlight tears and Chardonnay that drowns the sorrows within. Chained and bound, at the earths very end, Waiting, praying to sirens and mermaids, begging for hell to descend. Wisteria's whisper, perfumed silk, Flutter of bats and men. Sobbing shoulders, naked as the soul and silver dust of moon, Through the muffled requisite, she prays its over soon. Salt and sea and sapphire, tangle in flax and heart, Butter cream silhouette, tainted from the start. Jaded even in innocence, Antique in her ignorance. She drops to champagne sand, take a knee, The lock to which there is no key. Tears that shatter as they fall, Years in seconds passed. Grains of glass tattoo tender skin, Branded by heaven's immortal sin. Scarlet letter, number one, Mascara stained soul. Tar and shimmer, creeping ever closer, Wings that reject and embrace her. Gasping for her final breath, Admitting to defeat. A twinkle in a cerulean eye, Whispered wink, a kiss, a cry. Tattooed flesh elicits a memory, Though you never knew its name.