Head Of Dark Flowers - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi
Anoint me the female monarch, in a spout of black rain
Obsidian showers, throne adorned with thorns
And, the Crown
Soaked in only pitch-black daisies and tulips, my reinvented dark, sullen flowers.
Anoint me the Queen of the most abysmal, Black and Bluest, bruised Hearts;
As you place the crown around my skull, I drown
In those invaluable treasured, precious flowers' venomous powers.
Chained to the wall, stall, hall.
Effervescent but dark, sparkling jewels around the wrist- those Stygian cuffs.
As they glimmer.
That fierce, bad-ass, black raining glitter;
It's "praise the lord" for that rain-pour and all that holy smoke, that shimmer!
Because it is both the funeral, and it's the resurrection:
I rise from the coffin, the end of this depression!
As I set-off the lifeline meters;
Full blaring detection
I can no longer ballot in the former, life's election
Shot to the ground
But, don't fret the return
No need for correction!
The writes to live or the right to die?
Write to death or an elaborate lie?
I already rose, and I already chose
More than a resurrection, a revival-
This is beyond the will to live
Or merely, survival.
This is a warrior, awakened from the grave.
A soul preserved,
This pitch-black queen emerges from her obsidian cave.
Swimming in power, I know you feel this awesome new-wave!
As I emerge,
Soul is saved.
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