a face in dirt
mud dry
on naked skin
hand stretched
to where
with body
in a rigor
cold wind
rain drop
a feeling
cut marks deep
overwhelming darkness
red leaves
rain drops
rain drops
blank eyes
that stare in nothing
red ribbon on the side
soil under nails
an empty vessel
picture
art?!?
"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Rain drops
Labels:
poetry,
psychopoetry
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