Im going to harden my heart to you
never again will I shed bitter tears,
over what we could have had over the years.
I will not continue,
to allow you to paint the town red,
over my alabaster statue,
dripping with dew,
steadfast from the mourning.

Why do the mountains call me so?
me a daughter of the sea.
laying still on heavens bearth,
and feeling thin cuts of steel,
would not the cuts blaze,
with ambroisa it bleeds.
virginity shattered with a glance,
and lying misconcieved,
and forgotten,
it sits glinting on the sands.

The petals bleed,
forgotten still,
as i wait to be remembered in shame,
running my guilt slicked,
henna tied hands,
over the burnt sienna mound of my birth,
Reborn of fire between my thighs,
I emerge a shadow of myself,
yielding as the willow,
yet as unbending as the steel,
ankles caressed by the foam.

Can I meet the stabs of my despoilers?
Can I revel in the feel of their touch?.
Once more I struggle through the fire....
Will I emerge renewed?.
@}--}--.
Enivid Infinatrii.