Poet Tellaferro Poet Free verse

Into a Frosted Night

In another few hours 
Sex and blood N murder
Digging up bones
A smear of mascara 
Digging up bones
In another few hours
As snow falls silently on stone
The cooling engine tics 
The headlights bleed into a frosted night 
Die to amber in death
The tracks are fresh 
As the red is in contrast 
Feeling the falling snow covering
Etched bone
Silent & sincere 
Sacred secrets 
A drifting echoing scream 
Felt in deep future dreams
In another few hours 
Sex and mascara 
Digging up bones
A smear of red 
Sharp in contrast
Digging up bones
In another few hours
As snow falls silently on stone.

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