her hair
lifeless white
and drooping
fissured with story
Tag: decay
a ghostly
pale
changed the windows
to white
paint skins fall
green eats good
and I felt the decay
with teeth
saliva crust and blood
looking after me
as no human ever had
rose sepia
clay suckling poison
scenting everything
like angel skin
confessions of
a failed saint.
Paper thick
shedding my skin
feathery leather
porous enough
to let the light through.