In the arrogance of silence,
Patience lulls the tongue in madness,
Defaming the heart,
Whisperings eyes linger
In silhouettes gifted
With shadows,
As children bleed words of you,
Moonlight upon the throat,
Pearls,
Impaled on memory,
Howling an eternal purpose,
Haunting me
These days tastes, of ash,
Bread broken onto lips
Bound in cases,
Though fire's breath
Reveals your eyes to me,
Morn this devastation,
No heart nor bones interred,
Manifested from distorted
Temples of you.
A contest entry
- My sweet little doll by vampireintherain.
475 points, ended October 20, 19 entries
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