s(c/t)ar

born out of black haze and scarlet skies 

violent and unpredictable creature of the night 

surrounded by reverberating songs of minor sevenths

and syncopated melodies she drowned in

she transcended past the bare plastic of her life

the glass shards of her mistakes and regrets

unstoppable as she was brokenhearted

raised into clouds of dissociative colors and emotions

she was a ceramic painted sculpture of glitter

and repainted balm stuck together haphazardly

she was a painting of ripped and stitched canvas

thrown paint and angry harsh unending lines

a slurry hurricane of remorse and repent

calming into a being of be all replacement

once a blur of motionless dread and decay

grown into cracked branch dam of bottled screams

she was a mess turned masterpiece

hiding and shunned from her past and future

trying to escape the confines of her own conscience

abuse of the world around her into manipulated dolls

she bloomed into blackthorns and roses

finger pricking blood-drawing menace to everything 

she tried to to break the choking smoke of herself

a pointless rage-filled waste of energy and time

blows breaking through wisps that cloaked her

a curtain of the bleak vengeful cacophony

her life seemed to irrevocably twist to

stuck on winding roads of back-bend horrors

she was a crashing wave of tar and cement

set to meld and destroy everything in her path 

flashing lights and godly interference her youth became

blades of metal and diamond scratched weaponry

set to kill and protect the ever-spinning world around her

the one that had ripped her soul to the brink

tipping on purgatory for days and sleepless nights

now pieced back together kintsugi spirit

she had fallen into spear-point poison-tipped hellholes

to rise a phoenix into a flame repellent fantasy

scarred by the inferno of her ignited soul

reborn a star into the burning fire of sky

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