Red chains around neck,
stuck tightly to a holder;
a gravity pull towards,
unknown magical boulder.
On a deep nightfall,
arms around his shoulder;
tattoos down his arm,
as the wind gets colder.
Only the time had known,
for this he had mold her;
through the dark phases,
pushing just to close her.
Breath's slow shudders,
as he deliberately sold her;
her little scar to get lighter,
and his crimes to get older.
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Arya Gupta
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/17/2021
Poet's note: An imaginary personification of hurt given by someone.
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Poem topics: breath, dark, red, time, wind, deep, unknown, gravity, slow, shoulder, mold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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