Realization
White does not fit me
POETRY | DARKNESS AND LIGHT
Realization
White does not fit me
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White never suited me at all, nor innocence like crystal rain; I burned within my private hell and let the storms erase the pain.
I hid my dark and restless thoughts beneath the scars of countless nights. No mercy ever have I sought — my soul itself dissolved in fights.
My rage corroded every pillar, left only embers in its place; the darkness grew in cryptic whispers and carved its mark upon my face.
It lives within my tangled hair, within the blood that ceased to flow, inside the gaze I cannot bear — life made me into what I know.
White does not fit me. It devours. Inside me still the inferno breathes, and every fragile mask of flowers conceals another snare beneath.
My soul still writhes, forever tainted by every sin beneath the skies… Why should I strive to seem sainted, when darkness calls me till I die?
Mariana Busarova, May 2026. All rights reserved.
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