Poem -
Silver Dancer
Razor's are my pens
Skin is my paper
Let me sit here and draw searing red tattoos of wandering lines
that make no sense to the world
but hold my darkest secrets
Leave me here to watch in screaming silence
as the Silver Dancer glides across her stage of skin
She leaves behind deep impressions
On the trails she danced over and skimmed
Fascinating drops of scarlett mist remains from the Silver Dancer's memory
-Scarlett Tears
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Comments
Dazzlingly haunting. Brilliance is within your measure.
Excellent write, my applause.
Regards
Willy