Violet__Siren

ghosts move like ash in still water,
unnamed,
unholy,
pressing against her ribs
like a cathedral of sorrow
collapsing inward

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thankyou kimberly 🥀🖤✨

sickle-hearted girl
reaping stars to
bleed light from the sky,
carving sigils into
the night’s lining

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lost apparitions drift through her chest
tattered lullabies unraveling in the dark
hollowed out of life and
bloated with the sorrow
she has long buried beneath her ribs

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her tombstone heart
bore no name,
only cruel inscriptions
of promises broken,
mid-breath and deeply-wintered ~
not even her ghosts come to visit;
they feared the cold
and the frostbite they
left her to live alone with

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her chest a mausoleum,
inside, a gravestone heart lay frozen ~
weathered by winters no one survived

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the air is thick with lavender and loss,
with memory knotted throughout her hair;
beauty lingers, like her fond daydreams of him before the ghosts took him,
pressing his form against hers, wandering hand in hand with naked feet upon damp earth, until it all faded into made up tales

she does not pray,
she plants ~
seeds in earth turned by bloody hands,
her sword resting beside roots
as petals fall from her lips

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people have let her down,
yet trees never do ~
they do not ask for apologies
or explanations,
they open,
rooted and reaching,
ready to cradle her when she breaks

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each throb tolls a funeral bell
for the girl rotting in her ribcage;
she carries all her ghosts inside ~
stitched from silence and salt
dressed in the velvet of eternity

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thankyou 🙏🏻✨

she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow

she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing

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Thankyou lovely 💜✨🖤

she is ash-fed and unholy,
the silence between
prayer and punishment
the saint
the spell
the pyre

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the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour

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she is a curse, buried,
and a curse that bloomed;
no deity dares touch her ~
mother of myth and shadow

she writes vengeance
in wax and bone,
in the blood of men
who called her nothing

#poetry
#writingcommunity

the witching hour cracks like old bone;
spirits peel from the shadows
writhing in veils and incense,
and she, with inked sigils
on her flesh and crosses
stitched to her soul, wanes ~
not gone
only waiting
only watching
only gathering her hour

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crookedwinged songbird
relearning how to soar on
mended phalanges

her heart is a fire ritual ~
a dark-lit mass
for the godless,
smoke curling from her collarbone
like a curse whispered backward

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let the forest eat you, darling;
no grave, just earth
splitting its black mouth
and receiving you whole;
cradling and caressing and
escorting you back to
the dirt where we all
arrived from ~ bloodied,
haloed in grief, pious, pale

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The Silent Voice (1893), painted by British artist Gerald Moira (1867-1959).

It's a haunting work about a voice in the lady's head, inspired by a poem written in 1833 and 1834 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. The poem is called "The Two Voices" and deals with depression and suicide.

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As the seasons pass so do we
Capturing the moment seems fleeting
Time stops for no one

The butterfly understands
It came from a caterpillar
Its season is but one
Living each #moment
As destiny requires

So it is in our life’s
Breath for today
For tomorrow
May never come

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dressed in lunar,
this void-hearted girl
bleeds moonlight
exhales midnight

her silver grief trails
down porcelain limbs
that have forgotten
how to live without
being caressed by
each carved darkness

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a thorn in silence
strangled by velvet petals
no breath left to sting;
beauty made a cage of bloom
as soft hands shaped her decay

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awww thankyou, I’ve been a bit absent, distant with writing 😑🖤✨🥀

he worshipped the wound
he made in her;
kissed it open
night after night,
licked it clean,
stitched it closed
with pious hands
and silvered strokes

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she drinks with bruised lips
from chalaices stained
with lavender ache,
adoring the sting
as if it were worship,
as if the ruin were
forgotten dreams
of him that always
ravish her wilted soul

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she’s absinthe and gore ~
the girl you conjure
when sleep refuses

her breath smells of wormwood and ruin,
hot tongue dipped in honey and poison

and she wraps
her thighs around
your sins, love,
calling it prayer

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