sudden jolts of substance
converge on colourless glass,
sculpting skin taut like cling wrap
translucent, honest, waning —
the skull grew slightly longer
shaped by darkened brows,
swelling red and black enclosures
capture the blue-green iris, painted —
lifeless though distorted,
familiar comfort in the decline, for
I know my own way home.
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MY DIGITAL DIARY : POETRY, THOUGHTS & JOURNAL ENTRIES PART TWO
Non-FictionHI LOVELIES <3 Welcome to the continuation of my first book "Poetry, Thoughts & Journal Entries" where I write at least something, no matter how mediocre, every single day! Feel free to go back & read or comment on any entries within my first book...
