Bodies line the room
eyes on you. Looking,
waiting. The ghosts of
the past waiting for you.
Tag: poetry writing
Bleeding Eyes [poem #204]
Bleeding eyes,
torn apart, imbued with
unholy sense left vacant
the mind trembling
mistaken divine
intervention.
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-Alina
Summer or Spring? [poem #193]
Blood, Bones, Sweat [poem #189]
Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart
the bones that crunch in the jaws of
the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn
across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva,
and blood permeate the air.
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-Alina