Tattoos, black rings around bruised eyelids,

Blue-grey, cheap, metallic stones,

Set into blue-black hollows.

Flooded with translucent droplets,

Trailing black streaks down pallid cheeks.

A sunset-array of spiderweb, crimson lines,

Against a yellow-white circle,

That eclipses those sad and faded stones.


The End

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