Thursday, September 19, 2013

A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy
while they whisper and lie
perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 
from up top rusted posts
waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 
and abnormal wisps
penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping
my heart stops, so does the weeping
and I fall beneath with the bones. 

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