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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
    bows of midnight. 
Whilst lava lamps
      for lost souls
f l i c k e r across
a maze of melancholy, 
ghosts of past whispered
surreal sagas through 
    subtle mists~
silky snow that
        d r i z z l e s
in the shape of crescent,
slowly trails
my moon-kissed skin. 

If only the stars
   of scarred silence 
spoke the voiceless
truth raised from 
   the arms of trauma~
not every glowing
     ray is destined
to be your wish
        come true,
I was sculptured 
in hailstones 
of burnt ice,
and my ivory nails 
drowned in the color
of your fire blood.

I am the throned
mistress of massacres,
a walking black storm,
that strikes onyx lightning
upon pearlescent 
roads to hyacinth healing.
For everything 
   I touched
      became frost,
when heavy clouds bled
to paint the skyscape
        in citrine powder.
Perhaps, there is 
no need of stretching
your fingers in gratitude,
as it shall 
   soon abandon
   every lucky charm,
like the death of poetry
within inked 
   pages of 
an accidental poet.

Yet, I still see 
the unwritten
verses in your dewy eyes~
unsung 
   poetic confessions,
written in 
  diamond and rust;
“you’re the poison 
    I’m willing to take”
Like how romeo 
died in the name of
a forsaken tale 
told by the infatuated
soul of his Juliet~
Cupid’s bow still
is adorned with her
love-struck tears 
that emanate 
       unshed truth. 

So let, the alchemy
of dreams concoct,
a perfumed potion 
from black
     quartz rain,
to ease this caricature 
lifetime of memories~
    chasing sonnets
contrived in sorcery,
to seize the stories
of 
  misplaced prophecies.
whilst hope is flying
on paper wings
of a dark
    horse carousel,
where my past self
was crystal-gazing,
to see the crown 
carved from rhinestones
of shattered glasses,
piercing through 
my honey mane.

But, this immortal 
heart will remain
in a museum of
Monet’s garden,
where sorrowful
serenades linger
above thornless roses.

For I am heaven 
            and hell for you,
                in everlasting awakenings
                    transcribed in turquoise 
                        topaz till tomorrow…
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