Whispers

While my blood pounds

in my temples,

while my soul shatters

to the winds,

while my breath flickers

and fades,

I perish.

Long have I endured

my scars, my scars

which went unheard.

Long have they been silent

while crimson screams swore

promises of vengeance.

Silky petals thrived

in festering wounds.

I helplessly watch

how tendrils and thorns feast

on my flesh, on my veins.

Will the world burn

if I dare to open my mouth,

to unclasp my heart?

Pandora's blade fondles

my skin, aflame.

And I savour

my retribution, nigh.

And I do not find solace,

and I weep.

And at last, silence.

And at last, nothing.

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