Skim your fingers over the lines on my skin, and they will tell you the truth of me
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mlowe5 says: Keloid truth and its solidity. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Faye_
Gold is SheResplendent aura, rich in love. Diamonds cascade down from the heavens. Honor and splendor course through her veins.  |
ScarsSkim your fingers over the lines on my skin, and they will tell you the truth of me |
AdamantShe is adamant, a holy flame that shall never be extinguished. A pristine being, in spirit and truth. An undying soul, spreading the pollen from her flowers, her petals soaked in the water of life. |
RestlessnessShuddering movements, a void in my chest. Scratching, pleading, begging to be put to rest. |
HerShe steals my light away from me. My angel who was guarding me. Tell me, what draws you to that wicked witch. A deceitful raven of the night. Prowling and stealing, killing and lying. My darkness must now arise. |
Tumble downAn aura of a cascading waterfall. The energy of birds in flight. Tumbling down the canoe devouring river. Savoring salmon in the breeding season. Hunting the bear that hunts the deer. Winter unfolds in the dead of night. Will you survive? |
Bloody memory (TW)The blade dips into her skin. Slice and pull, dig and bleed. Pools form on the floor. Her reflection in her blood. Save her, break her, mend her. Daughter of darkness be chained no more, for the Lord of Light calls to you. |
Euphoric disasterSmoke curls through her lips. deep breaths of euphoria coursing through her veins. Until the pain knocks her to the floor. Soul crushed just as her bones, to dust. |
My heart saw something in youMisguided, mislead, you place you hand upon my head. Traveling down my neck, to my heart, and along my skin. You plunge your claws into my chest, tearing my out heart from where it rests. Empty eyes stare as you stomp your foot on every ounce of love I ever gave. Blood splatters, each drop screaming. "I love you", even while in pain. |
Hurt and AngerDo not swat away at the hand who feeds you. Do not take from the hand of which you have given. Do not bite at the fingers who caress your cheek. Keep your tongue between your teeth and silence your malice. |