Jack of Hearts
07-19-2011, 10:37 PM
A Sketch of Her Visage
Heavy to swallow,
the edge of her eyes pulled
by the weight of a bottle.
Beauty marks and speckled scars,
no light where should be fire;
no iris, only pupil.
Cheek flesh,
disgusted with excess,
drew away, her visage hollow.
Wind/Time
Winds wind through the tall grass,
shift the dirt,
shake the blades,
sigh that they were here;
who were you two breaths ago?
Invisible,
something gusts away the day.
Something invisible
carries everything away.
Heavy to swallow,
the edge of her eyes pulled
by the weight of a bottle.
Beauty marks and speckled scars,
no light where should be fire;
no iris, only pupil.
Cheek flesh,
disgusted with excess,
drew away, her visage hollow.
Wind/Time
Winds wind through the tall grass,
shift the dirt,
shake the blades,
sigh that they were here;
who were you two breaths ago?
Invisible,
something gusts away the day.
Something invisible
carries everything away.