I am playing a broken harp
To collect myself piece by piece.
Lightnings strike me, so cold and sharp.
Purple blossoms of this last kiss.
I am standing in darkened shapes.
Gone unnoticed. Replaced. Unsaid.
Rosy petals behind the drapes
Form an ocean inside my head.
Shattered images of a wife.
Bittersweetness of coming days.
I'm becoming a sharpened knife
To destroy your unblinking gaze.
Female Rage
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2024
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