I can offer you a poisoned paradise -
the tip of the iceberg for my planned disguise:
a grand design veiled in shadow and ichor,
a personality stood on a hair trigger.
If you stay idle too long,
searching for a place within me that you belong,
with one eye trained on an icy rail,
and the other following my scarlet trail -
you will forget why you were entranced
so soon after that first glance,
as all I could ever offer your bones
was a quiet place beneath a rotting headstone.
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (5)
That ending is astounding!! So well done omg
Hypnotic with hint of horror! This is delightfully dark! Great poem, Amanda!
Thats a dark one but i like it!
Dark and noxious. I love.
ooooh....the imagery in this is sublime, Amanda! Well done. It's got this intriguing darkness to it...