Peeling bark and newborn cries
Concealed in the shame of her lies
Screams
Far off the wolves howl high
Into the moon new life nigh
Bloody
Messes of her life she still tries
To no avail fails, a roll of the die
Murder
Hands hold cold corpses twin lives
Sink deeper together in two dive
Drowning
Tears split water sharper than knives
Cut her cheeks open but still alive
Out
Gills form she swims with the tides
The other life swims within inside
Sound
© The Sad Owl
Categories: Poetry Acts
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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