Lilith

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ In the midst of a downpour, she savors hollows Her feet caresses marmoris her gaze follows. She stands alone, her mind on wars Her neurons screams to the moons What was the fault in her stars? The fault in her stars She paints them red and blue, Abyssal sapphires they born from her scars She bleeds herself on their hue. The hue makes their way Through her veins and pulse She tilts her head, the saudade that lay In her heart, daggers hard. Soothes her, the daggers. She smiles. Feeling a cafuné familiar- Her neurons giggle at the whisper, “Sabaism- the worship of the Stars”

(A/N: Thank You for giving this poem a read. Please let me know if the words I have woven had ensnared your heartbeats or not. Thank you<3)