Misty~
Fog lying on the ground
Huddling around
The dim corner
Full of what felt
Like inisint sin
Compelled~
My feet began to move
I had to confirm
The strange familiarity
I had to know
Cold~
Steel bars
Like a cage
For evil
I could hardly see
But still I gazed in
Afraid~
A beast
A horrid thing
It looked human
But I could see
The human flesh was the host
For demons of various kinds
Pale~
Was her body
I almost thought
She was dead
I don't know why
But I cried
She must have heard
Because she turned
Shock~
That face
Those sunken cheeks
And empty eyes
That shell
I recognized
"Mother"
~brokenglasseye
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THE CONSISTANCY OF AIR .3
PoetryI could say this is a book about poems, but the truth is its a book about my life fragmented by words.
