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Feel me cry
White face cracking
Against indifferent snow

Bloodless wandering
Tribes long lost
Terrible, alone

Yet to vanquish
Hidden enemies
Grind flesh
Against harsh stone

We are rising
Ivory tides of rage
To revenge
To atone

Know your death
My ravaged face looming
In your dreams

Music swelling
Orchestral longing
Of your screams

(c ) Helen M Valentina 2017

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Ivory

  1. This is fairly haunting. Nice job.

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