Sweet Lips, DyingMature

Velvet clothing swayed in the air like fire
Hands splayed to the side, pale as the moonlight
Hair danced and dipped just like in a dream
The color of honey and gold
Eyes, ever so slightly closed
Eyelashes fluttering subtly
Lips upturned in an expression of fear and worry
She was lying on the ground

The grass her bed

The crickets singing their farewell
She begins to float away
Taking in the final breath
Gasping in the coldness
sighing away her soul
She clutched the red spot that bloomed like a flower
That red spot that dripped wetly along the side of her body
Spoiling the dress with its splotch of blood red
She clutched it for one last time
Yes
She tried to smile, couldn't
She felt the ground going soft, almost like the earth was swallowing her
The flowers were ringing in her ears
Dreamlike
The winds are carrying her now, nestling gently on that cold breeze
Tossing
Turning
Dead
At last
Freedom
Maybe
But dead indeed
Darkness taking her in
Friend
She is stiff
Her body like stone
Hair still dancing but devoid of life
A corpse's dance
The moon hovered and bobbed along the sky,

Following
Casting its glow upon her
Hiding
Peeking
Hiding at last
Screaming
She was unseeing
Of course
She was dead.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed