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[leftiswhatgodmademe]

when i kill the last syllable of hatred in my blood, the keys to my long-awaited shelter will find their way back to my hands and home shall be apart of my flesh and bones once again, but until then silence will be my foolish golden burden.

prompt: the death of a word feels like home // @enslavedmind

[drearydaffodil]

Perhaps there is gold here

In this creek bed and the

Winter wrens return can

Drift an easy snowfall, feathers

In this soft sun as the mud

And moss create a bed

Beneath my bare feet

A crocus crown adorns

A clouded head, I am

Woven in wisteria

And wanting

I, at last, awaken

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As prompted by @enslavedmind

"only in winter's last breath do I blossom."

Thank you!!! 💖

[youmenosunrise]

Bloodfeather

A darling of fire and deceit

She brings cold winds but her eyes only a blazing heat

Fangs and claws, she's slain them all

A predator to the praying song, a burden to the forsaken

But a gift upon love's call

Shadowed in red She stands in snow, bled Heart punctured on a wrist; An offer to the love that calls her name A whisper in the dark, bleeding mist

It's only to love's name Does her wild eyes turn tame Mangled throats decorate the bouquet of thorns and roses, Ever engrossed, damned faith toward the proprosed And we watch hips and legs groan, killer instinct withstanding the urge to choke

Asphyxiated with the idea of love Rubies shatter from mosaics above A prayer once heard now falls upon deaf ears Silence overcomes every instinct and voice in hallowed halls In what could only end in blood, sweat and tears

The task of battle, overworn tattered shoes Life entangled within the grasp, of fate, a heart's coldest tomb An angel cried winter, lonesome had found its face And now bloodied and broken, wings torn and abrase Her heart's an all consuming hellfire, to which there is no escape

***This is a collaboration with the talented @enslavedmind , with their words italicized

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

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she’s a dreamer

her skin is stardust glowing comfortably beside the ocean calling her name a thousand times as if she’s found her home inside a shell pointing towards a sky that fell in her eyes & spoke for angels soaring in her throat in circles to free her heart from feathers so the sun can soak in her chest to complete her destiny to outshine her own galaxy of cosmos

–to become ethereal.