Karmic Rubies
I lured a fragile daisy into my palm.
She thought it was safe, a place of calm.
Slowly I squeezed until it bled,
until there was nothing left
but the stain of Karmic dread.
Next came a wild rose, attracted by my dying scent.
The more I squeezed (it) the more I bled.
I shook my hand, but it stubbornly stayed.
Laughing as I twirled, bleeding down the drain.
Then came a blizzard of brambles.
Careening down from black moon mountain.
Pocking every cell of silver sanity.
Until my wings no longer breathed.
So today I waltz alone, approaching the end.
A fifty-six-leaf clover of hard-earned regrets.
Then entered this mighty viper.
Casually kissing a string of karmic rubies
around this selfish iron neck.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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