A whirl in the hourglass
successions of reclusion-
And she rescinds once again into herself
Seaflower tendril into blossom
Locked in sapphire light
She was dead by the witching hour-
petal lips lavender
Before the crystal relapse of dawn-
The bloodless murder
Where soul crumples in ribs
A functional illiteracy
Poison in the saccharine
Plastic molts beauty
Lights gauze over shadow and
the slow rot
the stealthed ribs-
Skeletal buildings, the industrial lords
And a city, sleek and steel and now
The ribcage without a heart
Of all the beautiful and the dead.
- (ghostflowergirl) via tumblr
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collection of poems
Novela Juvenila collection of poems i've fallen for and i can't help but read again and again :~)