Friday, July 08, 2022

THE DEATH OF A PHOENYX

 It's a bitter taste what you gave me

Too many wounds, taste of rust in my mouth.

Too many holes have borne my heart

Too much damage and now,

It hurts every time I breathe.

I took the step with my eyes shut

Like The Fool

And fell down

laughing at the empty space.

I can do nothing now to change it

I shattered myself open

Just to read each of my scars.

There are million ways to die

Mine was a twisted frame

As known as love.

My broken wings, I carry fiercely

They will rise me every time

Once you born Phoenix,

You die Phoenix

reborn from the ashes 

to live as stardust.


© Diana Mistera 08.07.2022