Break
works gore ate my face
benthic void with water devoid
clear as yesterday
petal wilts rose cloy
visage made a mockery
nocturne flicker shines
grin was a jester miles wide
silver on marble
fenestra waves smoky clouds
no one hears a thing
spin art next to me
gray half and half white
thin diagonal black line
three orb dots align
large pyre ball on top
grassy field green the middle
bottom azure speck
two gold trim darkness
Lewis got the eyes perfect
they stare at me now
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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