Rose Petals
By Sierra
Boiling anger, seething rage
The blood courses through my veins
like white hot fire, burning, singeing,
teasing flames
binding my heart like chains
metal links of hate that twist and cut
as the blood flows trough it like poison
freezing all into a catatonic state
of numbness, unfeeling, ice
frozen core
fragile glass shell, hairline cracks
then the fire flows again
melting, burning
set aflame, chariots of fire
as your center burns, writhes
tears, like thorns
needle sharp, pricking
streaming, sea of emotion
blood red, like rose petals
velvet soft, razor soft
slicing hurt, pouring pain
icy tears
Spreading throughout my body
Till it shuts down, immobile
Like ice, with fiery center
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Draco Malfoy threw down his eagle quill, splattering emerald ink over the black bedsheets. Whispering enchantments under his breath, he shut the leather bound book and locked it. Reaching under his canopy bed, he pried up the loose floorboard and placed the notebook in, hiding it until another day. His journal. Book of pain, feeling, hate. Sanctuary from his life, his family, people in general. Checking the floorboard, he swept out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind him.
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A/N: My attempt on Draco's feelings. I don't even know why I wrote this. Just goes to show what goes through my mind at the oddest times. I wrote this in about 20 minutes, don't mind the crappiness. First attempts at poetry people! Please review. Die, writers block!!!
