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Lady in Red

by Crumbs 2 months ago in inspirational
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Divine alchemy

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Dawn broke,

Her eyes lit open,

A smoldering storm,

Thunder rippled through me,

Shuddered breath.

Red dress,

Singed edges,

Born of ash.

Trembling to touch her,

My lungs filled her breath.

Wild hair,

Dirt under her nails

from digging,

Such a lovely mess.

I was


With an unholy hunger,

To light the pile of timber below her,

To watch calmly,

As the scent of smoke hit her,

Doe-eyed shock,

A typhoon swelling,

Flooding over,

cascading down her,

in her own hands cradled by her.

Till fingertips release-


Become absolution,

As salt and fire dance around her.

To feel that red leather drum

Pounding in her chest

Grow wings and pull her

from the inside out.

When a woman,

Burnt at the stake,

By her own love,

Performs that sacred magic trick,

Breathes life into the fire,

Surrenders to the higher,

and as the soot falls around her,

finds herself reborn,

a little lighter,

once more standing,

Atop the ashes of her own funeral pyre.

But, I have to hold these matches back,

Afterall, I didn't pack myself another dress.


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