Bouquet of Bleached Bones
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Written for the contest " My bloody Valentine " sponsored by Sara Jama, written to raise awareness on domestic violence and psychological abuse.
Butterflies~
scarred and stained,
breathe within a glass cocoon
spun with black-widow silk and smoke,
waving weary wings
in the midst of nothingness,
c h a i n e d with bleeding petals
from a garden of grief,
caught in gossamer greed,
that feeds insidious seeds
to this chrysalis heart,
weeping in seething silence,
as the world cares not to heed
tunes of trauma,
ricocheting through
flutes of patience,
oblivious to the p a i n they flutter
upon fickle fields of Zeus~
a battlefield designed in crestfallen roses,
a home that froze my desire to dream.
O my bloody Valentine,
bloody valentine,
I see through your
bouquet of bleached bones,
wrapped with paper promises,
perfumed with lethal potions
to lure me back into
the crystalline cage
of a vindictive vulture,
dressed as Romeo,
armored with Cupid’s charm,
f l i r t i n g with fragility
in narcissistic grace…
But must I forever
be a prisoner of the sinister sun,
carving my skin
with poisoned rays?
Or am I to remain mute
in your mansion of malignant marigolds?
For I feel the deceptive dews
floating through those corpse-like eyes
that seized the skies of innocence,
dragging diamond-dusted daggers
amidst wistful stars,
leaving me unheard and unseen,
while I scream through scorching stillness,
engrossed in somber solitude,
awaiting the
delicate d a n c e
of morning glows
to caress the insomniac
pillows I rest my fears upon,
questioning the next wave of violence
that would
clothe me in nothing but deep blue~
b r u i s e s.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2025
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