Rusted Lips
Orange lines form on the plump pink structure
Creases start to form in-between breathes
Yellow surrounds the formation
Slight dark tented color, the trace of a mark
To where her tooth once lay
Garbage fills my nostrils, as the crusted image begins to open its cave
Her rusted lips, turn to dust
The ash falls to the floor, as the wind blows it towards the door
Hands over mouth, she must
Burning lips that have turned to crust then dust
With nowhere to look back
Screams fill the tortured atmosphere
Silent yells surround the tormented air out here
She runs out the door, looking for somewhere to turn
Deadly hollows beam through the woods, without a trace in the light
She's lost out of mind
She's out of sight
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