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
Copyright © Manzanita Mcmahon | Year Posted 2007
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