Wrathful love

Wrathful love


Bare hands, she tore through her flesh.
Head hurled back in a blood curdling cry.
She wrenched open her ribs
snapping and separating from sinew,
a gaping black hole,
and the bird whipped out.

She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore.
The little blue bird
speckled in blood rubies, iridescent
light caught on its feather tips like diamonds
eyes dark whorlpools of infinity
 breast resonating a song
deep from the bowels of the Earth,
a blinding fire glow on its path of flight.

She danced amongst her entrails
weeping a river of joy,
precious drops caught swiftly
by a drifting wind
as she took flight
in wrathful love.

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3 responses to “Wrathful love”

  1. “She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore.
    The little blue bird
    speckled in blood rubies, iridescent
    light caught on its feather tips like diamonds
    eyes dark whorlpools of infinity
    breast resonating a song
    deep from the bowels of the Earth,
    a blinding fire glow on its path of flight.”

    Such gorgeous language. Don’t ever stop writing!

    Liked by 1 person

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