Deaths blank stare blinds her eyes,
a spoiled heart,
fermenting under angers guise.
The only warmth felt, is that of her own touch
as deaths stench permeates stale stagnant air.
Author notes
Bringer Of Death by *SAB687
30 words
Comments
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This is just so so so wonderfully ghoulish gotta love it...
Simon
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sis, now I KNOW we are sisters of the soul. Although my poem takes a different look, the words "stagnant air" are used. IN so few words, you wrote her story, of selfishness and false pride. Wonderful take on the image. Best wishes, my sister!

Linda


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Excellent take on the prompt--Great Pic--Great interpretation of it!
Very well done & Best of luck in the contest!


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Love the way you've taken the prompt ^^
Favourite bit was:
"The only warmth felt, is that of her own touch
as deaths stench permeates stale stagnant air. "
Nicely written
I wish you luck!
Claire x



