mausoleum (Remove filter)
Downstage
from the mausoleum
decay hums,
no spotlight betrays
eminent limbs aquiver with
star-struck worms
anonymous in entropy, iconic
bones emerge, butterflies from a
chrysalis, gangling in moonlight
they'll never see,
disarticulated by
microbes, where perfume of araby nor
mysore silk mitigates dissolution
beauty falls far,
ful red lips to vacant skull.
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Friday 27th November 2020 10:52 am
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