Her golden brunette locks lock a truth deep beneath her heart
Her arms flow as if a grace were constrained
Yet she looks so free and surreal like the curtains in the wind
A graceful, shell of a woman choked by golden chains
Her skirt flows sublimely behind her midst
Her hair bats back and forth with every movement
Yet the sometimes the leaves protrude and kidnap her arms
An enchanted figure, a statue of perfection, she dances there by the window pane...
The roots surround the lock buried deep
Restraining, suffocating and trying to reap
She drinks the killer with every breath taken
Rosy cheeks, temporary elegance shaking
And her flesh grimed with poisonous auto parasites
Her swaying arms stained with toxic sludge
The stems that once guided it
Eating it from within until she is
A ghost of her existence
About the Creator
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