Broken pieces

the broken pieces I

put together

of the myriad of me 

that shattered

I see myself blooming

like a fiery tiger lily 

in its first rear.

fire in my heart soaring,

to burn the stars with its heat,

beautiful, 

deadly and quiet

 

oh the mighty Queen of joy,

don’t you let Nyx touch me,

not when I pushed away the

darkness,

which hugged me when you

could not

and poisoned me in my sleep

 

Oizys, let me laugh when I

have to cry

and have the silence of my heart

lead me

where I shall sleep, peaceful

and eternal.