Saturday, May 20, 2017

Poem 5/20/17

White Room with No Color

She sits ready 
To entertain,
With dull words.
Time is lost:
         She dreams, 
         And they trample
         Her grave.

Vampires drain 
Her life, leaving
Her pale and weak. 
Insanity is a square box:
          Four glowing walls
          In a basement, 
          Her hair pulled out.
         

          

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