Tragic Unveiling

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

i can't see through

the crimson.

my design unveiled,

my home is my prison.

 

I can't swim through

the River Scarlett.

death to you,

death to the harlot.

 

you're only strong

when all your bones have broken,

you will speak,

only when spoken to.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem seems metaphor to me. It has several possibilities one of which is how a woman feels treated by those around her and is touchingly sad and judgemental. Well written

  • Poetic Licence

    A sensitive write of how some woman are still treated especially by those who should care for them, only speak when spoken to, a phrase that says it all, nicely expressed and written

  • Damaso

    Wow, raw and sad. A beautiful facade of lights hides sad silences of darkness. I really enjoyed it, thanks for sharing. Best regards.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    What a striking and intense piece, Hayleigh. The imagery bleeds with pain and defiance...raw, rhythmic, and unflinching. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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