Hide-and-seek with death

Palebluecardigan

I’m playing hide and seek with death

barefoot in the wildest winter;

I touch a red rose grown up

from an ice-frozen ground,

crimson drops paint the marble floor,

my lips put on a natural blue lipstick

and I let out a cold smoke,

tears on my cheeks dry into icicles

while I step my numb feet on the glassed lake,

disturbing temporal sleep of the sea residents,

I take a last look at the shameless trees

as the ice cracks, pulling me into an endless void

pushing out the voices of the mourning birds

I’m touched by their solicitude

coming home earlier to cut my solitude;

I let out a goodbye bubble to them

and sink to my demise,

finally winning the game.

  • Author: Moonchild (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2022 04:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have noticed I write quite an unusual amount of poems about death, romanticizing his appeal, wishing he took me when I ask for it... Although I have to admit I am glad he refused my proposal back in July...
  • Category: Sad
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Comments1

  • junia

    very interesting piece! I think I've found another swiftie haha "barefoot in the wildest winter" and "red rose from an ice-frozen ground" but I like it. The lyrics sound great in your poem and the scene you describe is similar to the place I disappeared to when I heard folklore for the first time (only a little darker). Well done!

    • Palebluecardigan

      Yes, I am so glad you understood the reference! I was listening to \'\'The Lakes\" and "Evermore" by Taylor and got inspired to write this piece. Folklore is definitely my favorite album of hers along with Evermore, happy you enjoyed it!!



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