Her Face Gaunt

[ ] Her face gaunt whiskers from oddly coloured lumps wrongly pathed teeth plunge from well i called it a smile but not sure kindness fawns into darkness within the youngest eyes coloured cloth hides her mumbling wizened hair thick woven sheets of shoop dyed in their own blood still think it should be shoop wrinkles turn to darkened caverns within her crumpled clothes Stale held her breath in lovers arms Insects lathered themselves in her pools of gravity overcomplicated bone nubbins scratch on see through skin layers shivers in the summertime thoughts of seeing the nubbins pulling into the dark seen from child's certainty are draped shoulder too easily encircled a hearty evil giggle I stay close so many ways disappear behind her and lights from deep within suddenly glimmer is home so far away