Twisting and connecting flowers,
grow in the crevice of her sunken eyes.
Sprouting leaves that flutter across her eyelids down,
Onto her sunken cheeks.
The vines slither around the body
Each creating a story that covers the snowflake skin.
Daisy's grow in her stomach
Sprouting their long stalks up to her parted blue lips
Black liquid pours down
Dripping it's decay
The daisy's crumble
The twines shrivel up
The flowers.
Dead.
Everything is dead.
The snowflake skin turns grey as flies buzz around
The monster.
Insects crawl under the lifeless skin and make themselves a home out of death
A smile stretches across those blue lips
And her soulless eyes flutter shut
For now, she sleeps.
JE LEEST
Poems (English/Dutch)
SpiritualI might have erased your texts, But I will never forget what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, But I will never forget your voice. We might have stopped hugging, But I will never forget how you smell. Anything we did, I will never forget. F...
