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