Art By: the-surreal-arts
Her pitiless eyes
Hang from the ceiling
Like exposed light bulbs
Pendulous and accusatory
I plead simplicity
Scarifying palatable alibis
With my inconsonant grin
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She poses in silence
Features tarnished and angular
I wrap my knuckles
Metaphorically against her chest
The wind howls contemptuously
From betwixt iron-plated ribs
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Her ellipse is vulturine
Folded arms poetizing assault
If only her fists fell instead
Then I could wrap my arms
Around her tremulous form
And restore this wicked flame
To its rightful red
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Some days I have trouble finding my muse and today was one of those days!
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