Poetry A Single Drop

[Panda Bear]

**Trigger warning. Some of my poetry may have intense and dark imagery.**

A Single Drop

Storming into perfection
A broken bleeding soul limps forward
Heart torn from her chest
She lamely walks on hunch forward
Tears sliding down her sooty battle worn face
Mingling with the crimson liquid gushing
From every wound inflicted upon the world.
They stare as the scarred being hobbles forward.
Taunts and scorns whiplash her; stinging forever
As impressions were made upon her.
She does not belong here.
She made it hell for the demons and devil
Down from the only place that she knew.
She crosses the boundary and suddenly
she is blasphemous; Staining the pure white
carpet with a drop of her essence.
All she wants is rest but the hail of ridicules
bombards her until she fades completely
out of existence. The only trace that she existed
A single drop of crimson ichor.

(c) 2020

 

[Panda Bear]

Ashes to Ashes

Fingers curl slowly ‘cross the
ruby red glowering flower smolders
Into the warm flesh of the peachy derma
Cleansing the ivory flesh
As it devours the melted tissue.
It rasps and rattles and
the clacks and creaks of the framework
jingles as if performing Mozart.
The empty blank gaze of the soulless wonder
Cackles in its glee of its deep dark slumber.
(c) 2020​

 

[Panda Bear]

Red

The color red
Tastes of metallic
Cold and copper.
The sharp sting of pain
And welling of something more bitter.
It is rude. It is crude. It interrupts
the gentle and precious flowery
tint of purple, blue, and grey.
It throws a permanent stain;
And people are shadowed by red.
(c) 2019​