À vos plumes
Scarlet flame
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The pressure of her fingertips on her cheek
The sound of her heart that beats
She took the corner of her sleeve
And wiped the mirror, to see herself clearly again
She wore the pearl necklace and the lacy dress
And walked her fingers on her pale flesh
The nape of her neck, and the corners of her cherry stained lips
As if she tried to remember a dream or a sketch long forgotten
Papers and dark ink were spilled
on an olive-stained desk
She bent over it
Her skin bled blood and her heart bled whims
But her soul bled words express an absurd
want of meaning
Through the open door there came
The heavy scent of the pouring rain
could it erase
The scars on her wrist?
beneath that soft skin
Between ribs
There’s pain that soared slowly
To reach her heart
And seeped into her nights, her days
Like a stinging haze
Now
She feels like a stranger in her own skin
Like a strangled bird with broken wings
She held the cup, half full, half empty
And drank it all at once
She was filled with awe
When the water tasted so sour
And now it’s in her blood
It’s bitter, she shivered
She tangled her hair into a braid
With ornaments and blue satin rubans
The room grew dimmer
Soon she would be a corpse laying under the flowering grasses
In a grave that will bear blossoms of scarlet flame
She shall not feel the rain
She shall not see the shadows
She shall not hear the hummingbirds
Sing on with grace
With her strained heart, she laid
A faint blush came to her cheeks
Then a quick breath parted the petals of her lips.