Imaginary

By LunaFlower

Blackened soil
Shadowy fire
All I want to do
Is burn all the liars

Starry skies
Bloodstained arms
With this blade
No one but me gets harmed

What am I
Who are you
Fallen angel wings
Bestowed upon me, too

Playful faerie
Bloody crime scene
All is gone?
What do you mean?

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Published on Sunday, April 9, 2017. Filed under: "Fantasy" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I don't know what I thought about when I wrote this. I was listening to White Rabbit by Emiliana Torrini, though, which could explain the confusingness (not a word, by the way, LunaFlower) of this poem.

Comments on "Imaginary"

On Monday, April 10, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

Skip the self-harm LF - it means they win. Here's a book of matches. Cheers! - Dan
On Tuesday, April 11, 2017, LunaFlower (8) wrote:

Thanks, Dan. I don't know if I can stop self harming, though. I've been doing it since I was nine, and I'm 21. Any tips?