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under my flesh

runs a river dry

By planet. V.Published 5 years ago β€’ 1 min read
π–˜π–π–Žπ–’π–Ž π–˜π–π–†π–—π–•π–™π–”π–“π–Œπ–šπ–Š

written under the flesh

of my disguise

crimson words speak

of burdens unbearable

ink blots pouring

out from me

mishappen shapes

night coloured dreams

β€œwhatever happened to the girl

i used to know?”

they would speak

i scoff light heartedly

as the pitter patters of rain

paint grey strokes of stain

flooding my lungs

there’s an ocean living

inside me

dazzling as sapphire

a no-mans-land

no sand to bare your footprints

though they try to nonetheless

claim their territory

with white red and blue flags

but don’t you know

the moon has no father?

so further i go

into that place of

welcomed nightmares

where blackness wraps

it’s blanket around my body

β€œhow could you ever know me!”

words of scarlet spew out of

my mouth

dry as golden deserts

i can’t seem to cry like i used to

no river running

a burnt bridge smudging

the sky shades of steel

and who

lit the damn fire?

words written under

my flesh

performance poetry

About the Creator

planet. V.

ethereal being grounding into mother earth

IG: @m00n.sh1ne.111

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