with the sound of a worried breeze
whistling through her hair
she opens her eyes
to a field illuminated with cold lies.
white lilies seem to stretch beyond eternity
her world ended too early.
the flowers begin to caress her with a mother’s sweetness
memories of your arms dissolve into a calm weakness
and she smiles for the first time
while dancing in its embrace.
yet, fear envelops her dance
as she watches the world around her collapse
lilies turn into the devil’s thorns
like an innocent woman scorned.
they grab at her wrists
crimson spews all around
so thick that the ground gives out
falling, falling, falling
into the grave that she made of her own.
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Comments3
An almost hidden darkness in plain sight, and written with such eloquence. Very nice read!
Just... absolutely
Brilliant... I love it.
Well done lady....
Great way to put yourself into someone mind who may be ambivalent, tormented and suicidal, all in a subtle way.
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