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She'll Follow

by Lucero Chavez Rivera 2 years ago in surreal poetry
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A cold beauty with eyelids painted shades of gold and silver, a smile decorating her rouge lips.

Young Woman on the Beach (1896) by Edvard Munch

Eyes that burn, reddened as she watched the rosebuds fall.

Breaking, piece by piece, petal to petal. Landing on the floor like the blood dripping from her ripped skin.

Her teeth bared to the world as she stared at the red.

Drip, Drip, Drip.

The buds fall, slowly, coloring the earth crimson.

The light flickering as prayers left her chapped lips.

Like feathers, she felt lighter, delicate even.

Her skin pale, feeling faint she lays in the crimson.

Her reflection, young and innocent.

They've said the other side never rains, that the clouds never hide the light. She wonders how would the roses bloom there.

She'll follow the luminescent brilliance that paints the world shades of gold.

A bitter triumph leaving the pain that's kept her breathing. A cold beauty with eyelids painted shades of gold and silver, a smile decorating her rouge lips.

One final goodbye encased in a wooden box.

surreal poetry

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Lucero Chavez Rivera

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