But I can only hold back the tears... so many times

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poems contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠️

Trial iii: Purple By: The Mad Poetess

~ A war of the soul-- battleground to the seething elements, exacerbating the dichotomy between water and fire. Unforeseen & cataclysmic,...

~ I've grown to love the sound of my name swaddled in the contour of my cupid's bow; rolling off the tides of my tongue; humming like...

~ When I say I wish I was beautiful, I mean I wish I could sculpt myself into the same loveliness borne in the eyes of Marble Goddesses....

~ The weight of Mount Olympus lies sepulchred on the bridge of my nose. This is where the goddesses live. They tell me I am beautiful. I...

~ V. Ethereal Maybe being drunk is the closest I will ever get to zero gravity-- to walking on the moon. My fingers curled around the...