Battered Blood

We become who we are by extracting parts of those around us, through love and hate and wisdom. Until we are one and other, for better and worse

Consumed in vacant skies,
Angels shriek through misplaced faces
With fear for gnawing needs
That spring but see no satisfaction.

Wings will dance
And dare not glance
At those painted red
From the burn of patchwork feathers;
Mending
Moulding identity with eclectic flesh.

Falling from a gated fate of poison
Like platinum placebo,
They clasp a needle and thread,
A jar of hearts and dreams too
To sew to the seams
Of their fading complexion.

For better
And worse,
Becoming is bound by time
And tainting.

Escaping bruised elbows gives battered blood reason to weep -
To cry
And spit as the snake who never shed.

Feed on my nostalgia
And taste my steps towards a leap,
Full of yours.

Author's Note

I'm incredibly out of touch. Enjoy anywayyy

Reviews

[chandlerl]

'eclectic flesh'
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'Angels shriek through misplaced faces
With fear for gnawing needs
That spring but see no satisfaction.'

Sucks you in from the beginning, creates a splinter for the mind and truly has beautifully crafted imagery and description.
=) 100/100

[Ohhhwillow]

Chandler is seems as though you have really taken the time to feel this piece and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! Thank you :)

[Tai Ryens]

Angels falling out of the "placebo" of heave? How woefully delightful, and I just adore the fact that we don't know who you speak of. I suppose this could either be taken in two ways: the descent of an angel after realizing heaven is but a placebo of safety and happiness and has grown boring over time, or a metaphor for escaping the safety of a stable life. Both concepts are equally poignant, and I love how I'm unable to tell..
Lovely piece here, Willow. Keep it up!

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you Tai, the prior interpretation you made I would say, is the one I was trying to give. By entering into a glass case of insincerity, and falling under a mask of smiles, we can convince ourselves that we are complete, when really we need experience - we need pain and misery to give us wisdom and tranquility, becoming who we are by opening ourselves to others and learning from them.. However my own life is changing rapidly, so I suppose the idea of escaping a stable life is subconsciously washed over here. Thank you for your detailed as ever review!

[Tarry Franck]

I think you did a good job with this one.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you!

[Tarry Franck]

My pleasure

[Baby Ricochet]

Honestly you've written better but it's not bad. I like the last stanza. It's good to see you post again willow

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you for your honesty Baby, I need to get back to it, I'm definitely loosing it :(