Repose

(written October 2025)

Lay me down in a field of amethyst to rest.

Allow me to bleed until the earth turns red.

Leave the thorns within my breast to attest.

For every mistake made, I suffered.

Never anoint my skin with pity.

The depth of my wounds you do not know.

Lay me down in a field of amethyst so I can heal my soul.

Once restored, I shall rise.

This is not my grave, only a brief repose.

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