Younger Scars

Fetishes,senses and derangement calls, Sedatives crushed into the hold, A trance of tragedy, regaining conciousness, Abreast on fantasy, stranded on hope. Derailing conclusions often up shut, Just another goddess, worshipped in not a castle nor hut, A deranged perspective, too joyful to be true, For she ,closer to happiness ,has faced twice the rue. her eyes red, her clothes torn,Sensations on her lips bloom, Ashes on her neck,ashes on her chest, Squirming in delight as the wounds undress Vigour and joy turn to gloom,Her face scarred, her mind numb, Behold she is a child still sucking on her thumb.