IT IS ALL IN THE SOUL

          Would you like some wine?
          No? Pity.
          Well then, what would you like?

Regal.
Royalty risen from the ground, adorned in a cloak of red
Blood. Flowing
Hair. Webs of spider silk in strung
Symphony. A smile
Of bones.
Beckoning.
Imposing.

          Hm?

Slithering snake
Tongue of spite.
Dripping poison. Pinot Noir
Licked away. Shields of sugar
Kisses to push it inside
And pull it out.

          Ah, knowledge. Yes. I am well aware.
          Power. Glory. Please, please, do go on.
          A flower like you? Wants more?
          A credit to ambition, I cannot deny.

An offering. A sacrice.
Shedding skin off
Reptile left behind.
Offsprings of the Serpent
Slither back to your Maker.

          Do you understand these conditions?
          Mm.
          With great pleasure, I ask,
          COME TO ME, MY CHILD.

Left in the dust to catch dandelions.
Daisy crowns pulled from pudgy fingers
Stripped of varnish.
Vanity prone to
Prongs filling space, and space, and more space,
And more space,

ALL THAT IS LEFT IS SPACE.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Sucked me dry.
I wanted more.
But all that was left
Was in my soul.

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Manny, 19, Australia ✯ Tumblr: @signed-manny

“A girl who yearns for an existence of eternal serenity within writing. Such a desire is just out of reach – her path in this world does not comply. Not entirely. Ever the craftsman, her loyalty lies in carving out cocoons of creative space, in the hope that her next life won't have such constraints.”