Scarlet and SilverA Poem by Donsin razielNothing special. Just short and nice.Heavy and gnashing. The synthetic beast burrows Crimson and scarlet fly skyward It cares not for bellows Only for its pound of flesh Brick and mortar; infestation and pus. They bring rope for the writhing They bring healing through penance Criss-crossing thread through the wound Sealed within is the promise of more strife Silver, old and faded.Tended to and treated Like the lips of a drunken lover They are puckered and full Memories of pain and plight fill them A bitter reward for those who bare them © 2016 Donsin razielAuthor's Note
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