here is paint box
where my shadows lurk
shaped of black candles & stiff
broken wings
i put on the gloves of
anger & sadness within me
this hard seed of hurt
is deeply rooted, rimming
brimming my wildflowers to rot
i risk it all out in the canvas
altar of regrets
dry rust of barren earth
prickled words wombed from streets-
f__k this stupid shit!
the bloom of my skin turn
to knots
to twisted violet
until the violent wind dies within me
pale & half-apologetic
this mirror of myself
a burnt pendant moon
a wintered darkness
i own it,
& learn to live with it
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Taking a Risk by guest Host, Tricia Sankey. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments.
