As darkness falls, her dreams escape,
In hallways of her mind to traipse
In scarlet hues, she paints her blues,
Awakening dawn to pay her dues.
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In shapeless days and night’s obsessed,
She wandered through life’s bloody mess
In fields of stone, she laid her wreaths,
Her mistress smiled and bared her teeth...
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Nirvana blooms like sweet perfume,
Hope drifts like misty clouds in June
Dust-fairies dance in vacant rooms,
Like hummingbirds among the gloom.
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Once suckled from a silver spoon,
She bleeds beneath the waning moon
Strolling through years of buried truth,
Whispering secrets to her muse...
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Desire roars, she scratches deep,
Denial screams in dreamless sleep
She dares not curse her path of sin,
The cloak of night, her second skin.
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She wears her worth upon her sleeve,
Retreating ‘neath her breath to grieve
Though all seems broken, dead, and gone,
Her ink-bled words will linger on...
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© Wendy Phelan - 19 December 2019
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About the Creator
Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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