Your voice died in my ear one night
It never reached my soul
I desperately tried to save the fire
But the flames refused the coal
My skin grew cold against the soil
As I sank beneath the crust
I wept beside the rotting roots
But I knew that my fate was just
The sun shriveled beneath the sky
But the moon and stars never came
I lost another round with a wicked goddess
But still, I prayed her name
Aphrodite, come hither, into the garden!
Release your victim of her grave
She smiles at my torment and feigns her pity
The divine was but a knave
Lost as a soul, I lay in the ground
The angels sang with their choir
Now I lay with the seeds, beneath the soil
Praying for another fire
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
