Stiffend bones creak at night
She shows no fright,
She isn't scared,
She isn't
There.
Her soft skin touches ground,
Blade falling far down,
Rust draining slow,
Like liquid
Snow.
Her beautiful eyes are cold,
Darkness holds her soft,
Laying down cloth,
To hide
herself.
Old name covered in blood.
New one dying slow,
She lays still,
Catching the
Cold.
Her clean skin rubs off,
Flesh remaining in sight,
It leaves me
In fear
Tonight.
Her darkness scares my soul,
Her beauties show whole,
But I see,
Her dying
Heart.
Ripping her sweet self apart,
Grasping for nothing but
The warm dark.
She stays
Awake.
I feel it's my mistake,
She always lies awake,
But I cannot control her.
In those eyes I see,
Her falling down miserably,
But she always
Lets it
happen.
Stiffend bones creak at night,
She shows no fright,
She isn't scared,
She wants
care.
© 2019 Owen R Thornton
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