a monstrous
dark figure
with con-caved teeth
a moron with sinister eyes
dealing all the cards
with your calloused hands
because you know
i craved it the most
to witness
another assistant
taming the lions in your cages
set an internal inferno
to my golden three piece
a blaze that burned agonizing slow
bled that gold dry
short of five years
don't you think i deserved a crown
for ruling your kingdom
when they declared you insanely inane?
but of course
it's always about the fornication
a raging mission
to smash every mirror in this castle
until they all reflect
my burning light
fragmented, possibly
but my edges still glisten
like fresh cut diamonds
i heard the sirens
i'm the fugitive in a royal gown
how fitting
crying in the rain is the only suitable cope
and as the sun bleaks through
cheeks colored in black rain
won't be so taboo
to break free from composure
corsets and posture
dare i
pull the cord for the grand exposure
a scarlet starlet
the scandal as it unravels
full authenticity we can't handle
complimentary animosity
but scratches on a vintage gem
upholds in value
beauty in the eye of beholders
naturally priceless
i know
no need for a beau on my arm
i'm on my own now
and i couldn't be more excited
about the elusive adventure.
YOU ARE READING
WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD
PoetryTODAY WE SHED OUR EMOTIONS ONTO THESE PAGES LIKE OLD SKIN AND GROW INTO ANEW ONCE TINY CATERPILLARS NOW GORGEOUS BUTTERFLIES COCOONED NO LONGER WE BROKE FREE NOTHING TO HOLD US BACK NOW + THESE ARE THE STORIES OF OUR REVOLUTION.
