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Her head held high, wearing her crown with dignity
Proud of the woman she claimed to be
Carefree of all of life’s mishaps
Life happened to her in a split second
Dragging her pride and her head down with it
As her head continued to hang low the crown started to slowly slip off her head
The once sparkling jewels became a testament of her demise
The mist that rose from her sorrow as the cold tears hit her hot cheeks
Tainted her crown, filling it with rust that clung to the hinges of her heart
i.
The nauseating consistence
of vertical chrome-lemon lines
racing my mind to the stoplight,
should’ve been proof enough
-a warning.
ii.
Jagged velvet-toned crystals
highlight cracks in asphalt
around white vignettes.
Metal.
Everywhere.
iii.
Looking down
through cracked spectacles
at despondencey:
I’m wishing that I too
could underline
the spiderwebbing blemish
of perfection;
the complexity of death…
simplified.
I shall not run I shall not hide, I’ll face the void with my eyes open wide. I shall call up my warrior from within and hone my sword the battle to begin.
If I must make sense of what is my worth. I shall do it now I shall justify my time on earth.
Each time the void comes for me I make the mistake of either drowning or trying to flee. Why do I do this time after time both paths are futile I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.
I shall not flinch this time. I will win I can answer to my failures and each and every sin. I do not want to stand alone but stand I must. Be I only skin and bone.