if i may please unbury myself from the burden of loveA Poem by c4ssiopeiaanother one of those poems i wrote in ten minutes and havent edited too much. in hindsight i should probably get better about that.
i keep finding dead doves on my doorstep.
i hike my knees up high, careful to avoid them, my lace dresses just shy of a stain that's never fully bleached away. between white sheets, my eyes and the sky half lidded, the limp, bloodied pearls almost disappear for a minute, barely visible in my peripherals. my loves keep bringing me ivory doves, right arms entwined around your own feathered fancies. they rust away in my lap, my fingers crusted in crimson as i thank you. the truth only escapes me, under the sacred gold of an afternoon sky. i want an orange. i want to sit down beside you forever, digging my fingers under the thick skin to hand you a jeweled segment to place on your tongue, and then taking one for myself. instead it is midnight, my skirts dampen with dew, my hands frantically clawing at dirt, until i feel the soft flesh of myself. © 2025 c4ssiopeiaFeatured Review
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