Scarlet Flower

Sweet metal pressed against my lips 

A sharp promise of punishment 

And as cool razor meets soft skin

A blossom of blood is born

It grows

A scarlet petal stark on an apple blossom wrist

Another blooms on my ankle

My stomach

My thigh

And maybe if I make enough

I'll become a flower

Then wilt and die

Reviews

[Madison O'Dwyer]

Beautiful, amazing poem.
Thank you for sharing :)

[Blue Belle]

I love this poem. Great imagery! Take Care! Stay Strong! :)

[Rhea752]

Thank you for all your kind reviews :)

[Ripple of Aqua]

I love the ongoing metaphore here. The idea of a flower, blooming, blossoming from your wounds is both painful to imagine and too beautiful to ignore. And the last line... Greatness has been made here.

[Rhea752]

thank you very much :)

[ROSALIND]

desperate crys, of shear agony in pain hurting I completely understand your pain .....

[Rhea752]

Thx

[Tai Ryens]

Your analogy screams of perfection. Normally, I am not too much a fan of direct metaphors ( as I stray more towards indirect ), but I just love this thick and thin. Dark, and it screams of emotion.

[Rhea752]

Thank you (:

[C.C. Marx]

seriously dark and powerful, nicely done

[Rhea752]

Thank you :D

[C.C. Marx]

My pleasure!!