Written by Julie Dickson.
your aura is gold
in the neon lights of a dingy bar
a crown sits atop your head
and you’ve got a smile full of promises
your throne is nestled inside
a museum of the hearts you’ve broken
next to a throne holding a ghost
who warns me with its shivers
you’ve got diamonds for teeth
and words that cut deep wounds
fervent kisses to cover your damage
chocolate gold coins are your currency
we’re dancing on glass shards
veins pulsing in time to glittery city lights
our hands entwined with rose stems
drips of blood illustrate our story
swaying in a drunken haze
lost underneath the strobe lights
your kisses paint someone else
my heart becomes another exhibit
shattered illusions and broken promises
your crown clatters to the ground
and your aura disappears
as I realise you’re fool’s gold
Julie’s work appears in the Forward, Retro, Tension, Taboo, Illusion, Harmony, and Epilogue editions of WORDLY Magazine.
