blood.
This was actually kinda refreshing
Juliet thinks she can hurt me, silly girl, Liddy hurt far more, and was more far better at reading,
and destroying me
fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
Guess that applies to women and relationships to, who'd'a thunk it?
This is Blood,
No it is NOT happy,
but if you were looking for happy, why are you reading my personal poetry? =P
Blood
Prerogative
Valve pumps,
Viscous Oil
Through living walls.
Surges along tracks,
Into waiting engines,
Shifting starts.
Once was heat,
Flaming force
Burning shadow
Lightning days
Starlit nights
Once.
Ice flows now
Along Blue tracks
Pumped from jilted heart.
Tracks were forged before
With far hotter flame,
Ice is remembered.
Welcome once again
Is the ice that burns
Power grows from it.
Whore-frost;
Ink and blood and Rime.
Called by you.
You think you can hurt me;
Think you can break me;
I am greater.
Frozen colossus in tempest’s eye.
Him or Me.
It’s simple enough,
Even for you.
If you want to throw everything,
Everything,
Away.
I’ll not stop you,
I’ve learned now,
I’ve been here before.
Not this time.
Ice was melted once;
and inkblood flowed thick on the ground
Viscous like tar.
Not This time.
Formed words
Shouts
Pain.
Not This Time.
Every blow,
Every new wound,
Makes ice thicker;
Unbreakable.
You’ll bleed yourself against me,
I cannot break,
I will not break.
You want me to thaw?
You want to be warmed once again?
Then find the flame
The gentle touch that staved ink blood once.
Colossus is stronger now,
Rime harder
Ink thicker
Blood stronger.
I will not break.
No rebuilding to be done,
Frozen phoenix finds new heat in Ice.
I don’t need you,
Not now,
Frost stands firm where flame faltered.
You hold the flame
Are you strong enough to thaw?
Do you care enough to thaw?
Your choice.
This was all
your choice.
Next time *Cherie*
Be careful what you wish for,
Because you’ll get it.
Every frozen drop.
You called blood,
You got it,
Inked,
Frozen,
Strong.
Fool.
You know not what you seek to manipulate.
Unbreakable.
‘Tuo’ no longer,
Frost sets free,
Tesoro still.
Mine.
Reclaimed.
Whore-frost holds.
Your call,
But my prerogative.
No Longer Your,
Ink.
