Staring at her own dead eyes
deep set brows and hollowed cheeks
she saw the dead looming past,
circling
for a short- lived life, not worth a dime
for ragged scars of lost dreams,
unanswered pleas
caged within gilded woes, weighing then down into the abyss
poisoned illusions growing darker
swirling, smothering the faint glow of her cheeks
the snare biting coldly into her skin
mattered no more
as she slinked into the shadows
past the phantoms,
whispering death
- 17th September 2023
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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]
