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Broken Ligaments

by Ivy Rozen 2 years ago in sad poetry
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oh, how we could've sung

Burning candles that smell like him

Lights that flicker now so dim

Lick the wine that runs down my chin

Savor the flavor of Oxycontin

This room is dark and filled with smoke

My throat is closing as I start to choke

The door is closing and now I'm soaked

In blood that's running from my heart, broke

There's a broken tree in a pot by the door

It's grown three fruits that we've tasted before

Never ripened, we're impatient and young

We rip away the roots

Oh, how we could have sung

A song so beautiful

If we weren't hung

By ropes sewn by a crucible

Tied together with our tongues

I've drunk the wine of innocence

And only gained indifference

I've made sweet love to ignorance

No bliss, just broken ligaments

sad poetry

About the author

Ivy Rozen

Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com

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