Curtsey plaids entice blessed trinity on lesbian smiles….
Ebony locks shy on pale skin as my eyes feast
on flaxen meadows…..may I wonder, never finding
my way out….
Red adorns silver wrists, and so umbilical hemorrhages
thirsty for more….
Ghoulish cradle rhymes with no reason,
as crows circle, never the pretty bird
I am….
Pleasure me with death on silken wings,
my soul to blush on your ghostly skeletal….
Free I am to fly on fiery rainbows, dipped in
pearls, hued ambrosial….
*THIS POEM IS BASED ON THE MOVE THE MOTH DIARIES, WHICH
I FOUND HAUNTINGLY DARK*
PoeticDarkness 