Blushing Cherry Blossom
Coments on this poem? Thanks~?
Faint, faint, the trace of night,
inside teal glass with light surprise.
Hidden pink, blush and pout, perfect little lifts.
Heart in gold, cut from card, a stunning, sagging gift.
Spin, spin, stretch and twirl
little puppet girl.
Each note will string, so sorrowful,
You know this dance.
You know them all.
Peacock ribbons. Cherry. Red.
Burnt alive with russet blood.
Tied in place, wrists and nape,
innocent flesh, screams to escape.
Scent.
Scent.
Inside my head. Screaming a thousand names.
Blossoms. And Peach. And vanilla seeds.
Must. And dust. And dread.
Good job.
