Reality Dreams
Her dreams are filled with lips,
lips so death kissed
with skin waxed pale
and limbs all a ‘twist.
Her dreams are filled with coffin doors,
doors left open wide,
with eyes looking back
and lips that have lied.
Her dreams are filled with calcium deposit,
deposits of decay,
it seems these dreams are filled with
the boy who died yesterday.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2010
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