GALAXIES IN CRIMSON

By Sticks & Stones Poet

In my pale moonlight hands,

I hold forgotten empires,

Ruby red realms

Serpentine’s lineage,

The Queen's mitochondria,

How reckless my heart ,

I’ve become, 

So desensitised,

To the sight,

Of my own blood,

As I sit transfixed,

Seeing beauty in the death,

Imagining, galaxies in crimson,

Ravaging me.

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