That night I wore my best makeup, grasped the elegance and dressed up. Saw the gallery of pinned heads, then wondered about the side friends. Sometimes their skin crawls to haunt me, most shake out the great fantasies.
Bones and claws that shovel the past, make me realize how fast they blast. Two shivers under a table, blood drips from what is flammable. Grotesque voices cause huge quivers, soon my end in only whispers.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
