She spends her days [locked away]
Casting curses at the vaulted ceilings. Wincing
as they come-speeding-back
to surround her.
A skeleton goddess with watery eyes
and a still-beating heart(so faintly).
Watching from that lone window
a new generation of mortals lining up
to woo her.
She's twisting of the fragile cobwebs
holding her delicate bones since (they)died.
She writhes until there is nothing left of her
but a pile of fine ivory.
She's gone now, descended into her own
...but she will never die.
Her heart is now lying on satin sheets. Beating (so faintly).
and he's been gone too long to save her.
Author notes
definately a work in progress. help me out
Written June 28th, 2004
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