Effigies and Silentness

by Alice   Oct 13, 2018

Here, then:
There is pain,
folding cold, swollen flesh
about a frame
of loveless mess.
We took the blame
and saw it illuminated
in the fumes
and billows
of our breath
that never blooms
and reeks of theft
in crumpled beds
and tombs bereft
of corpses-
housing only
effigies and silentness.


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