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
