donned my
badass black dress
today
mourning colors
for a softer
kinder
woman
I think I used to be
she’s fading away
curves lost to angles
all sharp elbows and knees
thorns create a protective trellis
around the bruised petals
of my peony heart
invisible barbed quills sprout
from my death white skin
keep a healthy distance
lest you prick your finger
on my spine
I will greedily drink
your oxygen rich blood
from my cupped hands
before you fall
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Revised © 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
We all become someone we don’t like to become in our lifetimes at least once, due to another’s influences on us, because we want the other individual to love us, and we all end up, losing, our selves, then if we’re lucky, we find our lost selves, back again…
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From Christine E. Ray, a dangerous woman
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I love how this piece is constructed. The contrasts between the ‘soft’ and the ‘dark’ nature imagery is really striking and clever. I especially loved the lines about “thorns” and the “peony”, as well as the turn in “keep a healthy distance . . . “. Powerful work!
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