She had waved farewell, turned her back and drifted away,
From an
island of lavender fields and torching addicting weeds
Yes, with blazing
beliefs that this is not to lead her astray
The
tormenting rush of blood through her veins of veins!
She screams
in mighty and fervent tears of freedom and glee
Touching a
land of peaceful chaos, a land of roses where she lay
It allowed
her to stay quite longer, thorns pricked her inner skins
“Unconfined,
bluntly”- she thought of those pricks on her as fey
Alas! she
dreamt of the scent of lavender in the islands and weeds
Gathered
her oars, left the roses and rowed back to frightful agony
As she
stroked to rough warm waters, a modest lily caught her way
The lily
emulated, echoed her being, her voice, and all of her needs
She swore
she would row from night ‘til day if the lily would stay
Before dawn
a harsh truth snapped, the lily belonged to someone else
Short lived
it was named, she painted it in oil as if it was not to flee
In the rise
of the red moon, on the lavender field she ran and lay
The sweet
scent lulled her, dragged her, pulling her to deep dreams
Dreams turned
to delicious nightmares, found herself in a sad bay
She watched
her soul roll in lavenders and roses and addicting weeds!
Bleeding,
wounded, bruised, the rage and the scars she’d hated to see!
The oars all
wrecked, her spirit drenched, her soul almost lost!
Her heart. It was broken. Her heart was still beating yet bleeding....
-jackie perfinan
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