Violet Fire
Fallen drops of lavender and
violet,
broken shards of amethyst
glass,
stain my hands in purple
nightmares,
as I watch the time slowly
pass.
I close my eyes, as I start to
drown,
in my own black velvet sea.
Moonlight crawls across the
ocean,
aching to save what could be.
Something whispers in my ear,
maybe just the wind,
or an angel, nude except for
the night,
to bring me to my end.
Wings that shimmer ebony
iridescence,
dripping so blue, they're black,
wrap around my decaying
body,
ice dripping down my back.
A faceless name, she carries
me,
across the violet flames,
and lies me in her obsidian
sheets,
to kiss away my pain.
Breast to breast, she devours
me,
the object of her desire.
One last kiss, she leaves me,
to be raped by her violet fire.
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