she is a red flower,
but her petals are sharper than spears,
and aimlessly deadlier than arrows
her stem is moulded in steel
yet she's soft and delicate
like fire capable of warming
and cursed with scorching
everything that comes into contact.
you can admire her from a distance
but her beauty can lure you closer
she can sting with her Beautiful
red petals, and cause all your cells
to shrink, she reflects any light
that may endeavor to shine through.
when time lets memories slip
and sink into the oceanic oblivion
she's a strand of broken chains, it seems!
stranded in those wild wastelands
with no cell left to shrivel
she stands on the brink of quail
unaware of those churlish forces
swaying her calm petals into weapons.
she is a red flower, the prickly red flower
piercing through all her surroundings
those winters inscribed her soul
on the barren landscapes of life
and coated her heart with anguish
her thorns couldn't sting anymore
her petals collecting the coldness
of the wilderness into her arid heart
she aimlessly fall into the grounds
where she is forgotten.
©lundi
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