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On the Crest of a Wave
Trauma stained my innocence, before I knew that the sunless sky lost its glory to doomed darkness, an empathetic gaze which roamed beneath my saffron skin, an ungodly vulture disguised as a gracious guide, whilst waking up to wrinkled sheets of satin, which burnt and betrayed my virtue as an offspring- as virginal petals stained in blood, drenched me in cruel flashbacks. I swam against ghastly ghosts, searching for cosmic lilies, floating on the crest of a wave, through unholy rivers, baptizing darkest sins of my exploited mind. l've tasted sparkling saline streaming down tall murky falls, Every ripple graphically reminding me of my childhood tears, secrets which scarred my strained soul into suppression, allowing dark voices in my head to control every aspect of my conscience, questioning the stars that dimmed their silver on me. Was my fatigued smile a written consent to the bloodthirsty breezes, brutally invading every untouched cell? Did I blindly sing along to their lullaby? Or have I been cursed before I saw the first light of life? Perhaps these questions will forever haunt me, there's no right answer when the ugly truth has stolen every reason to place my trust in the unkind mind of the humankind, for the devil resides in their shameless shadows, singing hellish clarity.
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