Breathless beneath a glimmering moon,
Lie as troubled waters kiss my lips shut.
Unsullied, as a rose, I plead and protest
I, shatter dawn, with a piercing screech.
With madness flushed among the vines,
Sought, to perceive, with crystalline cry.
The heart inflicted bears tales of horror,
I, choke on trepidation, a septic stream.
Believe only shades of grey make up life
Oh! long to recover, a struggle to escape
Pristine as an orchid gather my strength
I swirl, across pond, with song and seed.
‘I have no mouth and I must scream.’
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Posted on Poems in April @ Real Toads
and on Dark Poetry for Cruellest Month