She danced around the growing pains
lilacs blooming over her corpse.
Until the moment she realized there was nothing left,
no space. There is no place to dance around
Anymore
burning and she'd be only ash. She'd drift as winds just dance around.
At night the mind sets and moments rise from it's surface,
revenge of the subconscious, where "now" becomes now & then.
Where lips are worthless & mouths less noticeable
than deep cuts that cluster, with a stench that festers
a little less than lilac. It's scent soaring like a morning monarch
only to set with the sun. A 24 hour mistake - Supposing smiles suspend suicide.
Author notes
Cat Got Fried LOLz wtf?
INSPIRED BY: http://lokisuku.deviantart.com/art/Fester-34439177
A contest entry
- Picture Prompts A - Z by amaranthine lover.
300 points, ended July 30, 2008, 21 entries
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beautifully done!
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