once,
upon a time,
we were sisters
but today,
we are cysters:
avalanching disease
dismissing misters.
once,
upon a time,
we were pearls
but today,
we are blisters:
waiting for a pin
to prick us.
my precious.
picking up stones,
and throwing sticks.
once,
upon a time,
I’d fetch it,
your fetish
but today,
you’re a blemish:
numbering victims
with ballistic hits.
death,
by cluttered
fluttering wings,
life,
on sitar notes
and diamond rings.
breathe,
ultra violet,
while you are read.
this is beautiful. the imagery of pearls and diamonds makes it all funnily precious :) xx
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hurt and preciousness, the two are like a double-sided coin!
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