Stench of death
lingering
pulsing
dragging
out tears of those who'd rather be anywhere else.
Somber music
staining
killing
casting
a dark tear through an unmoved crowd.
Cloth of black
writhing
clinging
falling
in sheets of lace and leather, torn apart at the seam.
Dry tears
hurting
gathering
finding
a foothold but never quite leaving their home.
YOU ARE READING
Heart & Soul Poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
