hushed flames [ at her fingertips

nothing to replace here, love

( those tender tones spoken to her soul )

the fragile wounds set much deeper

then your skin allows . not to change with new

inhale... mmm

deep strokes of paint on your canvas

you’re still just as beautiful within your heartbeats

you always were,

can’t you see?

turning that shattered glass into liquid silver

stroked by painless fires

healing heat against once bleeding parts

( lungs moving to new rhythms )

incoherent sadness touching your being like muted ice

but fading

fading until the dawn breaks, and you’re swallowing the sun

you are... stained color glass

pained from your struggles but real

so so real ( sang in murmurs

do you feel the smile against your skin? )

believe in what is you

please

liquid silver, heated gold

lost contellations

strength rising from the ashes

( within the tired whispers of you )

.