Dec 22nd

Doom

By Depth Writer

 

 

 Tender, untamed kisses escaped wild lips, of impregnated thoughts and hourglass shaped fingertips.

 

Wintery blankets draped over the bodies of dead carcus and the bones quickly turning to dust,blowing afar and ago---

 

Battles breaking the silence of muted breaths

Bloody remains eroding under the skin of flaking hills and the chuckles of evil men.

 

Shirts strung to a twig--- s.o.s.

Poor souls left behind the scenes of erogance

and the trousers of penniless pockets tied to the ledge of doom.

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