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Exerts

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By Verity GreenePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Exerts
Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

She looks at me through lidded eyes

as she crouches underneath my bed

her irises, like flashlights pierce through me

and see everything I dread.

//

Days and days pass by

bringing with the clear skies

and early dawns.

With baited breath I wait

till eaves wither and are washed away.

Torrential storms from autumn's bay.

//

Feverish in my delusions

I grasp at webs and dust.

They cling to my dry hands

as I try to rub them away.

My hair becomes a tangled mess

as I try to make myself presentable

but I know deep inside

that I've no worth.

I lament.

//

Fingers wrapped in gloves of silk

ever try to grasp frayed ends

(reaching, reaching)

But whispers and murmurs

blow out the wick

and twists her until she bends.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Verity Greene

I love writing dark fantasy/ imagery poetry.

instagram.com/flawed.changeling

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