Empty tunes hang to wither
in thin air; like lonely
songs trace patterns in stardust
where heartache often lingers.
Tears gather in the crevice of
broken eyes like glass against
the chalky smells you can't ignore;
putrid in their presence
deathly in their absence...
Author notes
Was that just the wind whistling 'Dixie' or horrid gas wafting under this nose?
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Deathly in their absence... wonderful... great write, thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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