Fallen, the symbol of tangled mane,
a beautiful spark, a quintessential snark
Hidden dark aesthetic leaning on
something sane, leaving the mouth agape
The face we always suppress,
but dig deeper to see if we possess
The rusty corners of which are obvious
as a result of staying for eons
The dust embedded like a shield
Protecting the one unhealed
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Vishakha (
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This is a psychologically deep write and the hiding of pain. Very nice wording and the bringing in words from other past famous poetry in such a meaningful manner. A fave
Vishakha, “the dusty embedded like a shield / protecting the one unhealed”…that’s the line that anchors everything. It turns the whole piece inward in a really clear way. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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