Self Portrait
Skin like frozen glass
Eyes in pewter casts
My mouth writes an open invitation
For you to explore
The caverns these thoughts came from
Opulecent iris
Opaque navy eyelids
Curtains of auburn straw
Frame my every flaw
You see the hand painted plaster
I see the impending disaster
As I melt and fray
At my wall
You chisel away
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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