Red and I (38)

Pieces and masks,
you don’t stop throwing them.
From your labyrinth of silent ivory
you sob your heart out and tremble in the sunset.
Paying tribute,
when you sacrifice them to your saint genius.
scars on the eyelids and a smile,
freckle on thoughts.
Stop it, let’s just be real.
Red and I,
Creed, creation and us.
Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 38. Thanks for reading. Feel free to share it. Find me also on Twitter @ElaRoxStefan.