Violet Skies
by Stephanie Miranda
Wakened to the sight of death and scars againist my wrist and spirit. It gets harder to ignore. I need rest. Voices speak my name through my tainted window. Why am I still standing here? The scarlet pain scattering through my broken heart, so far beneath violet skies. In this life everything is upside down. The abuser walks perfect, the wise spirit too tainted to go on. Why are some minds so ugly? And why are some spirits so tainted enough that nobody can identify? There is never just one tainted window, we should'nt be tainted. But I'm just a tainted spirit with a broken heart. And still, the scarlet pain echos through my broken heart. Far beneath violet skies.
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