By Selene Vina
Coffins splattered in between seams of a sisterly pinafore
Anklets dripping in blood, blood from the eyes, as she glides across elysiums,
Blood from the elbows, whose bones lay marked with caricatures of a brawl painted with red dye
Blood from her heart, as it drips down her face, shrouding her last breath away from them; lest they see her fall
Lest they believe that she cannot withhold it all
Lest they believe that her heart outweighs her mind
Blood from her hair, its curly braided locks crowned in a thorny veil,
Her heart cuts into a stone, ready for atonement
Ready to succumb to her life
She sees it chasm, her mind edges her on
She jumps...
Her crafty plan is awake
The woman she created has demanded her release
She welcomes her
She glances upon her mirror, little pebbles of light stare back
The pebbles that set her mind to day
Her reflections to night
The foamy ocean that engulfs her whole as she feels her heart
The seashell dresses her mirage, inviting her to join them
Only it's not a mirage
She soars across the land, her neck craned like the subtle tilt of a sword
Tattooed in vengeance and lit aflame by roses
The wind chimes soften their blow against the wind
As I turn away, chrysanthemums in my hair, drowsy from vigour
I don't stop
My feet are palm less as I venture into my window of fantasy
The frigid air of my memories mellows the air
My anklets tinkle through its seams
Callous in its wreckage, I carve through the words
Painting its shards with my pianos, its white teeth chipped with golden lint
Selene Vina is a writer and poet who publishes her works of poetry on her Instagram. Vina has completed seventeen years living on this planet. She lives in the Emirate of Dubai of the United Arab Emirates. She engages her time in reading; she specializes in gothic literature, fantasy, and fiction. She likes to thrift clothes to reduce her role in capitalism and adores writing poetry in the raven's hours of the night. She is an Indian who loves incorporating her culture into poetry and plans to establish representation for South-Indian WOC in the Literary World.
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