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we don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
 when time was f r o z e n 
   smiles were s t o l e n
and hope yet again
      remains b r o k e n…
whilst I’m lying here
in the in-betweens of 
     procrastinated promises 
along bitter breezes~
you use your poetic
words as a weapon,
oppressing the guardians
around my dreams, 
oblivious to the 
translucent truth
laced in trimmed nylon,
that you and me
we’re made of
the same s t o n e
we wear the same
crown of t h o r n s
sitting on the throne
of darkness, full of
stainless steel cages
and chain link fences,
turning 
  these emotions
into 
   cancerous tumors,
knocking on your
conscience, patronizing
the pigments of
  my petal-like palette
by questioning
your own roots..
but now I’ve got feathers 
in my bleeding heart,
and if these crimson wings
could fly, you’ll find me
  soaring  above seas
  of solitude, that pushed
    me down to an abyss
    of n o t h i n g n e s s.

watch me unlock
the keys of jasmine doors
to seek serendipity surrender, 
as my muse serenades
rainbow reveries,
amidst faded stars 
and moonless nights 
which
gaslit my 
  apologies and roses. 
I have tried
   to twirl through
ravenous ravens in a
carnival of carnivores 
you’ve fed my mind
labelling me
as the serpent q u e e n
     with twisted words,
whilst you whirl around 
  with 
   ghosts of p o e t r y
in your 
    cathartic h a z e..
your love
is a hand grenade
   that shattered my aching
bones into scattered
s m o k e and f o g

they say
the biggest hearts
are the 
   biggest targets,
and the rifles you hold,
seems to have
my name engraved in
    blood-soaked tears…
so, now that you’ve
pulled the trigger,
how would you stop
       the ammo? 
Will you remain forever
in your 
    unbending silence
a false humility 
   disguised
as k i n d n e s s
that flickers glitter,
to ascend brighter
as the bullet settles 
upon my spine, halting
me from movement? 
Or will you watch me
 c r a w l back to the
spheres where I belong? 
for I refuse to rot
as a victim of an
unwritten circumstance.
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