Poem: Scarlet Plane

A scarlet plane
where spider lilies bloom,
holding her body
falling into seamless sleep.

Cobalt and cold
lips collide
for the very last time,
in mourning
by the blood sky.

Abandoned to transgression,
last whispered words
stolen by a gust of wind.

Where spider lilies bloom,
time is suspended
in equivocal silence.
Principle butchered
my sweet Love.

Centipedes crawl frail fingers,
emerald eyes empty
to iridescent glass.

Princess of Thorns.

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