Original poem by me.
WRITTEN = MON JULY 26TH 2021 .
TITLE: MUSEUM
Under the rain of shadow clouds
Imperfections of heaven
Laughing at her human
She watches her own lines falter
Beneath the metallics
X marks the spot of her replacements
The screaming of not good enough
Rose petals ignored are now eating her.
A rainbow sun straight underneath the,
youngster wishes that avoided suicidal endings
Lay at the high heels, his options in gold dust
She's face down in a monsoon
Broken bones under the vehicles of life
The lightning highlighted her homelessness.
He is her home
Naked feet don't dance in this rain.
They run until they carry her to the pedestal of blood pulp
The museum stairs showcasing how the 3rd party won.
The collection of slander
A showing of fear and how a straight line became so crooked it filled the celebrations with maggots.
Yet in the knowledge of her wounds she loved him
In her disease of truth he was forever inside her.
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