Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Sprinkled across the floor
bathed in dulcet silence
lips cracked like December
split ears only hear the
muffled cry of past dreams
palms shattered to powder
merging with ruined bits of eyelashes
creating pieces of shard skin
broken at every angle
no longer a cynosure,
but a barren being
brought to its knees by greed

So sleep pretty my dear
your sweet silky smooth hair
evaporated tonight
along with a life that will
be forgotten

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