*mad*


paintingthe veils I have placedpainting
with such delicacy are shifting the chill of it creeping into my skin exposing my nakedness those eyes, eyes, eyes observing my form trace over each scar
with indifference, each bruise with scorn I must take a bath I am too filthy hot water stinging
the rawness of my outer shell scrub away, scrub, scrub the exoskeleton peels I am a snake, shedding my skin, a bird molting, a butterfly extricated
from the chrysalis. to be whole, to be whole! I am an empty wound the blood pulsating,  
myself

SeraphimLilies sighing memories of a love that tumbled monoliths, illuminated the skies. Passions live and die as breath passed from soft lips to air- lost and found amid stars and angels; leaving holes behind-hallowed, holy- to be sanctified. Body severed from broken soul- unbearable hefty weight on slender shoulders reminiscent of her loss. To whom can the blame fall? Pain find? When sweet seraphims mourn and perish?Seraphim
by =DianaCretu
by ~ageai
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