Flame Rose

Flame Rose short poem

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Etched under my skin
flame roses blister

Scars on the palms of my hands bleed
stigmata thorns

My eyes freeze to crystal

The tears around my throat are
fashioned in black lace obsidian

My lips, the color of amber and fire,
are vows never broken

My moons are scarlet
My stars are cold
My sun is silver

and

beaten

GOLD

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