Rubies From Her Wrist

March 4, 2011
By , Snohomish, WA
The rubies from her wrist drop to
The diamond tiled floor
As sapphire rolls down through
Lovely opal shattered pores

Emerald Iris, what shadows do you
Sell through gold gleaming doors?
Tresses of citrine, strangled clues
As my garnet is torn

Incandescent pearl hinges silver cruel.
Yellow topaz once more
Rusts the weapon, lonely, unused.
Rubies dry as onyx gore.

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