Empty gaze
color bleeding out, dazed
ivory skin against the cold hard façade
The thrumming beat skipping
dying down
as the days elapse dead silently
do the past phantoms move on to the next cadaver
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Cadaver
PoetryAs the colors ebb away, the unfeeling flinches, at the mercy of the dead #1 in poem [20/9/23] #2 in darkpoem [27/9/23]
