Finding pleasure in Horror & Fantasy

a structure of it’s own, deconstructed .lied. to the floor, captured by time, broken .cracks. emptied out, in a sack with broken glass pieces. …. slipping in-between, gliding free. broken leaf in the breeze, with a mind of it’s own. …. it’s soft now. walk free.    

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Deconstructed – Poem

a structure of it’s own,01_skullmunki_breathinglife
deconstructed .lied. to the floor,
captured by time,
broken .cracks. emptied out,
in a sack with broken glass pieces.
….
slipping in-between,
gliding free.
broken leaf in the breeze,
with a mind of it’s own.
….
it’s soft now. walk free.
 
 

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