Spirited Death
Sooth my withered soul,
Rush in waters bitter pill
pump my blood till it's too full to fill;
Briefly lust warmed my tattered heart...
Covered bones disguised in robes
of colored gems and displaced art;
Wash away the cold dead air
of a clowns bold stare...
Standing naked
In the white glare of a staged nightmare..
As almond eyes sigh a cry to deadened skies;
Bow my head in sightless sound on storied grounds
retreating from the lie my spirit hasn't .. just..yet..died .
Copyright © Priscilla Willis | Year Posted 2010
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