Branded and burned
in bloody boredom she turns
as she wonders what's become of her lost luck.
She clenches her claws as she clambers along.
Her heels click like the tick of a clock.
Indigo inkblots stain her satin swabbed skin
and she's swollen with nostalgic knots.
Sinister sentiments coated in sin
tie tentative talon-like thoughts.
Alabaster
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