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Knotty
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” - Khalil Gibran I am a delicate deck of cards, alabaster roots, tossed across time’s yard from foolish patterns of poker promises, like the days when scorching summer was an ace of solstices. You’ll find my name in numbers where the perfumed forget-me-nots in pressed pages slumber; defined as the black hearted queen of blood diamonds, soaked in vintage murdered lies- fallen angels, singing solitaire’s sorrowful sirens. For I have long earned the straps within mystical corners, crumpled, placed to breathe in a crystal coffin with no escape, and no mourners. Yet the moon subtly smiles- at our sin, through rose-colored everything. And I swim in my own darkness, wading through wet waves of black spades, washing wounds in the nothingness, crashing unto gates as heavy as a raven’s wing, whilst I’m clawed and transformed under betrayal’s sting. So take my scars as an offering, feeding the knotty cracks in our foundation, paper thin; there’s nothing left to take, or give in this facade we maintain of this kingdom of an immortal harlequin.
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