Shy little bird, won't whistle a word. Tweet a little heart felt melody of sweet serenity. Stands on broken legs, sturdy on her feet. Outstanding motivation to overcome defeat. Dolly twisted nesting in her burch, deep in the wood sounding the sorrow bells of church. Sinking shadow and sharpened hooks, lurking in shallow judgment and hateful looks. Chasing the lost and condemned to the finest of the half minded. Borrowing from the ghost of the host who's long been blinded. Underestimated drastically, drowned in her shell. Dreaded sensations and all to unwell. Fondly hanging by a threaded rope. Grasping about, all out to reach hope. Intertwined in the cosmic dance of solemness and longing in secret. Whispering her soul's notes for all who will keep it.
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Vast Empty Eyes
PoetryI'm working on another poetry/short story series. It's as eccentric and dark as the other three.
