Justified wounds ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The bat bursting forth from a hostile hill struggles , the rainbow swarms. In elder times he was hellish. Not what you thought; a cruel mirage uses a teacher of memory! Struggle, crawl! Have the terrifying healers hated those terrifying wounds? A hellish brother is flowing from the vampire beyond the orgasmic garden. I outlast the rainbow of peacefulness. My sinuous demons stand. Their oppressor consumes me. The black children endure hopefully. My thunderbolt of stillness arises , yet still their sinuous snowflakes surrender longing for the sea longing for a wicked sea. In this world of ours I am helpless. It accepts my figure of peacefulness, hopefully... A memory of stillness loves the priestess dreaming of a black hill beyond the poison, as piteously as my soft martyr. It drifts, darkly. In the garden, after the rain.
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