Peeling off the skin

Ink art by Oishmortal

Mend your heart,
it’s warm and beating
Stitch the insecure threads,
for moments are fleeting.

Transposed between the past and now,
all hell breaks loose
Affix your halo luminous and misty,
foregone the demons call for a truce.

Blood shone arrogant power,
demise of the cracks it bore
Pulsing sobs as the fountain,
a gentle murmur yet to explore.

Unzip your skin of light,
flaunt the enveloped tremble within
You are the seer of the night,
dressed in sonorous spin.

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art+poetry by Oishmortal ©

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