her face
white as bone
shows transparent
in the light of the moon
her energy waning
like loose tides
and she falls forward
her knees buried in
crushed leaves
and as the wind screams
she does the same
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PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
scream
her face
white as bone
shows transparent
in the light of the moon
her energy waning
like loose tides
and she falls forward
her knees buried in
crushed leaves
and as the wind screams
she does the same