Pink Moon ~ Part Three: The Haunted Bracelet

I hear again,
the screams shackled under the light of the moon;
the dark humming and examples of refutation
which seem to come from
all around—
upon this, the bracelet on my arm emits a fiery gleam.
Illustrate a lesson,
escape from mortal trials,

tell me, are we dead or are we just sleeping?
The sky has hardened,
witnessing
the passing of blame from one
to another
as earth unbound
slowly decays
we are using all the right words for the wrong reasons—
one swift jump, teeth sinking
into the harsh reality;

in slow motion my heart is bloodied—
perhaps we will reunite with ghosts of laughter and warmth.
Soft pain
and weeping willows blowing in the wind;
upon this, the bracelet on my arm emits a fiery gleam.

 

 

 

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Day Seven ~ Bits of Inspiration ~ Bracelet

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