A dawn

The rose has vanished
Thorns fallen down
You kissed and sucked
The poison out

Pale skin stitched
Wire-bound tattoo
You follow the path
Inside to outside

Dry blood, your seeds
Dry tears, your salt
An ideal dressing
For a tastier dawn.

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7 thoughts on “A dawn

  1. calensariel December 3, 2015 / 2:49 pm

    HC, sometimes you’re so deep I wonder you can breathe down there! Very lovely…

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  2. Sabiscuit December 7, 2015 / 7:51 am

    I was going to say, and I missed my chance earlier, that this was a karate chop to any negativity that might be creeping into your life. I love how you cut it down and wrap it up and toss it out there. “An ideal dressing for a tastier dawn.” Good God, man, you are gifted. Ow!!!

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    • HeavyCloud December 7, 2015 / 9:40 am

      I had been cogitating for a whole week on how our sad experiences can surprise us one day, by turning into a vector which leads us to a more pacified way of living. Pain turns into consciousness, tears turn into salt and we all need salt… Thank you for your words, reading you on a Monday morning makes my whole week 🙂 ❤

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      • Sabiscuit December 7, 2015 / 10:24 am

        This is a wonderful realisation. I want to arrive at that conclusion on my own, too. Your kind words always warm my heart, HC. Thank you. xo

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