Velvet Queen

I have dragged myself across
The endless terrain of your smirk.
I turned towards your laughter as if
It were my sun and I blossomed
Forgetting that the first commandment is
Never to put any gods before myself.
You are a desert landscape and I have
Grown familiar with the sound of your
Rustling winds and cracked sands
As the wind and the sun desiccate.
This journey ends when the sky turns
From orange to blue and I arise amongst
The fauna, restored. Fatally dewey,
Like a velvet queen facing her throne,
Having tamed solitude.

From today’s heirloom prompt.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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