Submissions by Vytina

Here they come again:
The dreams slip in
Creeping,
     Slithering,
           Working their way in.

Their fingers pry open the doors
Of my mind
Icy cold,
     Bitterly cold,
           Like the most frigid rain.

But I know in my heart
That they don’t bring cold,
Freezing,
Frigid,
Thoughts to my mind.

But dreams of warmth—
A burning thought I’d rather not feel.

The thought of you
Your skin,
     Your flesh,
           Soft and smooth as petals of a white rose.

Your beauty invokes such...

Feathers,

Feathers smother the smooth bones
Of two wings

Long,
     Gentle,
           Ethereal beauty all around.  

Feathers,

Feathers crimson as a rose
Lying upon white bone,

Scarlet,
     Bloody,
           Slipping from the structure.

Feathers,

Had I magic in my veins,
I’d replace scarlet with white,

Pure,
     Holy,
           Glimmering like snow.

Feathers,

Though I would long to cleanse
You of your bloody wings,

Clean,
     Unblemished,
   ...