Revenge of the Silent

Did she tell you she is simply a gruesome puppet painted shut and suffocating within her own fossiled bones and did she whisper a cathedral full of lies breathing them out through the hollow of her slashed red mouth she will dreamily clad her collapsed corpse untill the corsets strangle her and she is two halves you may never fully hear the skitish rythum of her blood easing as it circles and halts eternally in drying veins and she will never fully close a defeated flower brittle as her lost voice yet sipping eternally upon your attention