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Liberation
By: ©Melissa Calvert
Pathways composed of black and white; the back-step of time
My words are cryptic in no surrender
The method was intended and intricate; justified
For an abyss lingers within
It was the beast that stained the lace with blood;
Mutated the doves into demons
But it is I that plays the part of the painted clown,
The dying puppet on strings
My existence shifts like windblown ashes
Animated suspension; the limbo of my demise
The cooling fluid turning to liquid fire in my veins
My delayed destruction in a vermillion saltwater bath
A serpent poised over the forbidden flower
To breathe in the aroma of ivory
Fingertips laced with acid and venom
The twisted torment of a magician
Frost and whisper transformed into lava and howls
Ink night sets on the shores of virtue
Coiled embers stir in dormant caves
And words are my only source of liberation
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