Blackened Heart (Belissima Part 2)

Like the scars that line her arms,
amid a dark and blackened heart.

A single voice whispers...

Don't weep upon the solid box,
Where my bones will lie unsound

A thousand broken dreams,
no hope or a shred of belief,
she teetering, so make your move,
Death, she's waiting...

Take her down, break her out,
Light the fire, watch it burn,
Like the blade that cuts her arms...

Lay a rose with all its thorns,
On the casket, in the ground...
amid a dark and blackened heart
and another headstone,
that simply reads "Belissima"

© Tara-Kay Powney 8th December 2023