the dusk breaks her barren face
taunting for one more evening,
one more void of no colors,
in a smoky black night
that treads into the crust of
her belly,
swaying into the edges of her skin
a garland
that chases her heart
the urge of vengeance
she weeps inside heer womb
aflamed in the grace
of etched scars in her arms
hapless in her kindred spirit
she summons her soul
to ressurect in unstained
imperfection,
flowering in her silence.
and someone can die
this very moment
for her beauty spanned in the dark
(: benaliza dacumos bless you for sharing your rich soul. blessings. blessings. one. two. three. bless you now. for blessing me. aj :)
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