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Glittering Stars ~ OpenLinkNight-5


~ Some muffled sounds concealed
your arms surrounding mine.
A figure in black disturbing as
the doorbell rings again.
The bed is my cell and the chains are invisible,
and I try to call out your name.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

Your tired body turns on the lights
not understanding my fear
I know he’s around
I feel his dark eyes
I’m not safe, even though you’re here.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

A bunch of flowers at my feet.
They prickle and they sting.
Still my bed holds me down.
I have no power, nor will.

Again, I feel him in the air.
Sounds muffled and confusing.
Afraid to open up my eyes.
Ashamed of such a fear.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

Glittering scars!
They’re glittering scars!
They’re black and blue!
Black and blue,
They’re black and blue… scars.

*** I humbly expose myself in song to the fab poets at dVerse pub, on this wonderfully fruitful OpenLinkNight-5, hosted by the poet MC Smiles himself –  Brian Miller.
You have read me as black and blue in other writes.  This song – Glittering Stars (audio link!!!) was written several years ago, after recurring dreams of a traumatic event. This is an unedited version of my song, not a professional recording.Just my Sigma and I, in my room. ~ deb

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